Blazestar Cargo Carrier

BLAZESTAR EMPIRE CARGO CARRIER

Contestants are taken up in a large, empty cargo plane to an altitude of 40,000 feet. Over the course of the fight the cargo doors in the back open, creating a dangerous ring-out area, and then the plane veers down into a nose-dive that causes the interior of the plane to simulate zero-g.

Terrain

General - This cargo plane is carrying a special load; one part of the finalists for the Heaven or Hell tournament. The cargo space within the plane is roughly fifteen feet wide, fourty feet long, and ten feet high.

Weapons - None.

Bonus Effects - Cargo back doors open at post 3 and 13, and close on posts 5 and 15. The plane veers into a nose-dive at post 8 and returns to normal at post 10. Ringout in effect for those ejected from the plane.

+++And what times these were. He had been through hell, he had come out on top, he had gone toe to toe with a devil and he had survived intact. That was something the cyberpunk was proud of himself. Yet, he wondered why he was chosen to fight this coming up round instead of Ebris, the now one armed bounty hunter. Instead, he was teamed up with Gamma. A smirk showing upon his face.

Before Liftoff.

+++The cyberpunk was upon the ride before it lifted off.. He was dressed in very concealing attire. A hoodie with the hood up and raised obscuring his face in shadows. His pants were all the way down and chains dangled from the belt hooks to the back pockets. The only thing that stood out was the cherry color of the tip of lho he was smoking at the moment. He was relaxing until the fight actually started. The sledgehammer that he had was resting across his lap as he sat against the wall. Gamma's mace was sitting next to him. Yes, he brought them both.

Take Off.

+++The engines had throttled up. The feel of gravity diminished as it broke higher into the air. Everything seemed to change as the gravity was changed around. He felt like he weighed a little less, but at the same time he felt just as strong and heavy. He heard about these situations during Heaven or Hell. These were the best of times to have the fun he was truly looking for and he would not this go by without extreme fun.

The hotel had been her first stop, allowing Ryke the spare minutes it might tike Ebris to become even partially satiated with whatever form of booze he might find, to change back into her "civvies" considering there would be no chance to get anything done with this damned tournament still running.

The female hunter also figured she might as well enjoy the rest of this 'pissin match' as her partner so put it on her first day's arrival. With a chuckle to herself, it was off to the bar.

Quote: "...THE RATH DO YOU MEAN, "YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED ON"!?"

Or at least she was halfway to her destination until the sounds of angry bellows filtered through the streets much to her amazement and yet at the same time not so much.

It was enough to make Ryke pause, crease a brow curiously with wide eyes.

God damned he was the loudest Sonofabitch she'd ever met in her lifetime, and twenty seven years isn't a whole lot.

So it was time for a new designated path. Towards the booming voice that belonged to her fellow bounty hunter, leaving Zandra rolling her eyes and muttering mild obscenities that few would bother to decipher. Kicking at the gravel with her already scuffed boots, she dragged her feet along the roads already predicting the scene she might witness up ahead. He was characteristically loud, it was like his nature or something, but when he got THAT loud something had gone and set him off and that never really worked out too well.

Something likely happened to earn his ire, or at least rub him the wrong way and combined with her own soured mood, Zandra wondered why she was even bothering to head over there, figuring it was only going to make everyone's mood that much worse.

Or...

She thought

Better.

As though the sheer amusement out of seeing him all pissy over something would be enough to keep her relatively somber. For whatever reason, despite the aggravation that often came with it, dealing with the bounty brute when he was all hot and bothered was kind of funny.

-However long it takes to get there on foot passes-

"You have the biggest damn mouth on this entire planet. I heard your stupid a** all the way back there!" The female hunter drove the point home by passing a glance back over her shoulder while motioning in that general direction, suggesting just how far back she meant.

Casually Ryke strolled on over and came to a rest, standing loosely with both hands in the pockets of her black bomber jacket. She noticed the other male and the numerous suited faces backing him up looking ready to haul the bounty brute off any minute for his disruptive behavior.

Seeing the group practically swarm the large hunter, she stood aback, mildly surprised to see someone actually manhandling the b*****d for a change despite it being a group effort.

She laughed, quite loudly at that. What a sight, she thought might never see the day.

"Aww, what's wrong Dhifi? They finally kicking you out? Was wondering how much more of you they could take."

The female hunter followed after, assuming she was invited to come along for the ride at least, somewhat thankful she didn't have to walk her way back.

+++The thought echoed throughout the cyberpunk's mind as he noted the man falling ASLEEP towards the end of the cargo plane. He growled to himself. Is this what he was supposed to be fighting? A person who, not only is almost late, but is also going to sleep when his opponent was right there? No. This just wouldn't do.

Not. At. All.

+++He hefted up his sledgehammer from the floor and weighed it before taking a short jog and chucking the sledgehammer at the prone body. Noise would be little, at least not enough to wake a person who was sleeping on a cargo plane as it was. The engines were already loud as ****** especially in the empty cargo bay. Thus, with a little luck, the sledgehammer would crash into the man. Twenty pounds of flying metal would hurt regardless of where it hit. Yet, as that was done he merely stooped down and picked up the bronze mace that Gamma typically brought. Instead, Dzan had it and he had no idea where the ****** Gamma was.

[1/17]

+++Dzan merely shrugged. They were a brutal bunch of ********. Yet, it wouldn't matter as he hefted the mace up and placed it upon his shoulder. He'd crack his neck and begin to chuckle. It was time to fight. That or he would be a corpse on the ground by the time the plane landed. The other person was already in his ready stance and by that time it was where he'd begin to walk forwards.

+++"I guess I'll be forgiving. Let's just make this a fight no one will ever forget. Deal?" He would say as his footsteps rang out across the area.

+++Then without sudden warning he pushed off of his right foot and began to charge the way down towards him. His earthen hues staring as his Cranial CPU began to open up. It was time to make this a fight that the guy would never forget. He would be in a world of pain. Hell, they both would by the end of it. At least that's what he was hoping for... As he got within striking distance, a little over a few feet, he'd plant his foot and swing the mace towards the midsection of the opponent. Let's see what was going to happen.

[2/17]

Night before takeoff.

"I can't really..."

"I'm sorry, it has to be like that."

"..."

GUARDIAN did a bang-up job of reattaching Lazenca's leg and restructuring his knee, but it was far too early to give it the golden thumbs-up. A throbbing pain was there that drugs could take care of, but he didn't want anything the night before the fight. Just in case... he'd heard that someone took something that actually made them worse, and it was still counted against them.

It was his own fault for needing all of this... he'd lost his head and was stunned more than he should've been. If he'd've just moved or rolled or something, this might've not been needed. Alas, the wrapping was tight and rigid, preventing any bending. Cloth first... then two layers of spandex or whatever material is usually used for joint wraps... then his pants. It was all pretty snug up in there. More than if the whole works would move and if it'd be enough to restrain his leg so it didn't get worse, Laz wondered how badly it would stink when it was taken off.

Engines hot.

Being around so much Blazestar stuff had definitely filled him with nostalgia. So deep in his thoughts was Lazenca that he didn't put up much of a fight when he was wheelchair'd around-- something he vehemently opposed during the resting days. He had his crutches with him now, his mind and defiance returning.

"Something has to change." Words more or less mumbled, he looked around at some of the Suits as they observed the teams being loaded. A few of them were recognized, even. It was good to see them still with the company, that it was still strong under Twitch's hand. Though, he had to wonder when Lania would come back.

If Lania would come back.

Well... he was gonna see his teammate off, the rest of them riding that ruined train or getting a chopper lift to the finals or something if they won. Dzan... he recognized that one from Brutal Underground. If he still had that strange, motorized sword, then things were gonna be tough. But if Silver "Vahn II" Alexander was about as ready to go as Laz thought he was... then it was gonna be just fine.

"Silver..."

He watched as the Roflcopter merged with the clouds.

"...Save us."

Silver winced as he managed to catch and slow the incoming weapon, straining against it with his arms and hands. This guy seemed pretty crazy strong for how big he wasn't, which surprised Silver. Of course, Silver didn't know what the hell cybernetics were. Even if he did, it would probably be hard to tell Dzan even had any.

At least his efforts were, for the most part, successful. He'd managed not to get his ribcage annihilated, and he'd disarmed his opponent of the troublesome weapon. Unfortunately, his adversary wasn't going to let him get away with it for free, and proceeded to dish out rather severe punishment.

Silver's head snapped to the side, his nearly dislocated jaw leading the way. A good solid hit, enough to lay out some men, especially with those Electromuscles behind it. Saliva would fly from his mouth, which would begin to bleed from the impacted side.

"UAGH!"

Even though he'd already been planning to discard it once it was in his possession, the blow was enough to shake lose the mace from his grip, causing Silver to drop it to his left and behind him. It would hit the floor with a loud clang and move away only slightly, the weight and flanged head keeping it in place for the most part.

The other man caught Silver's shirt as he stood there, momentarily dazed from from the strike to his jaw. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. He'd heard about this kind of effect somewhere, in boxing, blows to the chin rattling your brain or something like that.

He'd almost managed to get an arm up when the second blow crashed into his cheek, causing his right eye to squint in pain and his whole mouth to fly back to the side, more blood and spit being thrown from it. Then it happened again. His arm finally started to move again after the second clean hit in the face. He wouldn't be modeling any facial products anytime soon. Silver's left eye, still fully open, would flash into focus.

Dzan Wrote:

"do,"

Silver's arms crossed in front of himself, his left coming up and under Dzan's gripping hand, pushing up against it slightly at the wrist, but not bothering to completely dislodge or deflect it. His left hand came up to eye level, leather clad palm out to block Dzan's incoming hand when it returned to strike him again. There was a lot of force behind the cybernetically enhanced arm, and even pushing back against, Silver had to lean his head back to keep from getting smacked, at least too hard, in his already bruised cheek with the back of his own hand.

Dzan Wrote:

"that!"

His right arm went down and across his midsection, underneath his own left arm, where his right fist would ball at his left side. Already being turned slightly to his left from the shoulder charge, his right arm would shoot back forward elbow first, silvery-white flames erupting from the arm through the red leather sleeve. Silver would aim to strike Dzan in the chest again, where there would be a small fiery blast upon the impact of his elbow*.

"UOH!"

Hopefully, it would be enough to knock Dzan away separate the two of them. With his back to the doors, Silver wouldn't notice them begin to open immediately.

Silver's Movelist Wrote:

*Silver Bullet (EX) – Like the normal bullet, but with the elbow. Comes out quicker and is more easily cancelable into a super, but requires more energy to use.

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Well, at least that had worked without any complications for the most part. Upon breaking free, Silver would retreat back a few steps, making a short hop backwards, partially from his own power and the rest from letting the blast he'd created propel him, leaving the weapons on the floor between the two combatants.

While his opponent took a moment to recover, he did as well, gently rubbing at the right side of his face, and spitting out some blood. He winced as it stung like hell, already starting to swell and making it hard to see out his right eye. Silver hated getting punched in the face, especially when he didn't see it coming. He didn't know what it was, there was just something that much more insulting about taking one in the face, whether they meant it to be or not. He moved his fingers the short distance up to flick at his bangs, causing them to fall in front of that side of his face to hide the injury. It wasn't like his right eye was going to be working that well for the rest of this fight, anyway.

The vain gesture didn't do much good, however, as the air in the plane suddenly came rushing past him, causing his hair and clothes to flap backwards. Sunlight flooded into the cargo hold, illuminating his opponent and the front end of the plane, except for where his own shadow was now cast by the light from behind.

"What the...?"

Silver glanced back to find the cargo doors now fully open. His expression sunk as his shoulders slouched and he let out an exasperated sigh.

"You gotta be kidding me. I hate this tournament."

The sledgehammer slowly sliding past him along the floor of the plane towards the new exit served to remind him where he was, and that there were more pressing, though no less dangerous matters at hand. Silver's one unswollen eye widened as he whipped his head back around, and found Dzan rushing forward as he scooped up the mace.

The mace...!

"s**t!"

He bolted forward, both to charge his opponent, and to get away from those damn open doors. Who's idea was that anyway? Probably Blazestar's. It was their plane. They were obviously trying to get him back for defeating their team in previous years.

He couldn't stop Dzan from retrieving the mace, so he had to try to stop him from getting the positioning to use it. With already so little space between them and the wind working against him, Silver would suddenly drop as he came in at Dzan foot first into a soccer-style slide tackle, attempting to drop the other man to the floor with his weapon. If that didn't work, at least he would be out of the direct path of the air, and he could grip the cargo lanes of the floor to keep himself from being blown out.

"HUAH!"

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A narrow miss! And then the mace came swinging in. This was gonna hurt.

Son of a--

As Silver slid across the floor passed his opponent, and the swing came down at him like a golf drive, all he could manage was to twist his upper body and tuck his head to put his shoulder and upper arm in the way. Hey, it was better than taking it in the face or the chest, right?

The flanged head of the weapon would collide squarely with the backside of his left shoulder, enough force behind it to send Silver rolling over completely and into the wall of the plane. It had been unpleasant, to say the least.

"ARGH!"

He hit the wall with his back and fell on his face. He groaned loudly as he had to push himself up with only his right arm. His left was being uncooperative at the moment, probably broken or dislocated at the shoulder.

He managed to climb to his feet, his right hand grabbing the injured shoulder from the pain and trying to assess the damage, as his left arm hung loosely at his side. He look forward, his left eye twitching as he found Dzan advancing on him again, the bay doors behind him slowly closing and the wind dying down. Silver smirked. He'd expected them to stay open for the rest of the match...

"Damn... that hurts..."

The words were forced out between panting breaths. Still, he was grinning. These Bloody Panda guys... they were pretty scary. If his shoulder were merely dislocated and not too badly broken, there might be time to fix it later and still get use out of it before all was said and done. For now, Dzan probably wasn't going to let him.

Silver's right arm came back up, fist clenched tight. He would being to advance, walking directly at Dzan. He would drop his arm and pull his fist back to the side, it and the entire length of his forearm suddenly becoming engulfed entirely in the same brilliant flames his had displayed before. The whole interior of the cargo hold would begin to slowly rise in temperature, both from the flames themselves, but also Silver's entire body which began to generate an abnormal amount of heat, steam beginning to rise off him in places in thin trails. Things were getting serious.

"C'mon, hit me again!"

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Damn meta...? What's with this guy all of a sudden?

The atmosphere of the fight had suddenly changed again, but in a different way. Silver could now almost literally feel the murderous intent coming off of Dzan, something haven gotten the other man's blood boiling, but he was confused as to why. He hadn't even really done anything yet. Still, he did not falter or hesitate, he continued to advance in the face of his enraged adversary. It was just a thought that tickled the back of his mind.

There would be no dodge, block, or escape as it were, only Silver meeting Dzan's fist head on with his own, aiming to strike knuckle to knuckle. He'd hoped Dzan would've struck with the mace first so he could just blow it out of his hand, but this would have to do. Upon impact, Silver's fist would explode into a fiery blast much like his elbow had earlier, only this time it would be larger with more concussive force, blasting Dzan back and the mace that came swinging in away before it collided with him.

"HAAH!"

That was, if whatever this Antimagic gem was hidden in Dzan's arm didn't negate the effect. It was hard to say what was and wasn't "magic", and though Silver's abilities were almost completely physiological in nature, it may still have worked depending on what it actually did. If so, the two men's fists would simply collide with a tremendous amount of force, sending a barely visible shockwave outward in all directions from the impact. The CRITICAL effect would send pain shooting up the entire length of Silver's arm as it would sustain severe internal damage.

He would barely have time to wince and grunt in pain before the left uninhibited mace would strike it's mark, allowing for the follow-up.

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The invisible blast of displaced air and force from the impact would be enough to cause both men's hair and clothing, at least what remained of it, to billow backwards, but otherwise have little effect on their position.

Silver winced as the pain spiked up his arm, his bones aching from knuckle to shoulder blade. He was a little surprised that his pyrokinetic blast hadn't been as strong as intended, but at this point, it was obvious there was more to Dzan than met the eye. Still, a fair compromise. The detonation occurred, but it wasn't enough to derail the other man. At least his arm should be--

Silver's eyes widened at the sight before him as the synthskin was decimated.

Metal underneath?! This guy's--!

THUD.

The mace hit, causing Silver's arm to curl reflexively from the pain. He coughed blood and cried out in pain at the same time.

"AUGH!"

s**t! I forgot-

He tried to get that weary right arm back up in time to defend, but it was little help against the cybernetic arm that came rocketing back in. Dzan would just hit the arm first which would then hit Silver in the jaw and send him staggering backwards. Silver's mouth was gonna be popping for a while now whenever he chewed.

If he wasn't gonna be eating everything through a straw after this...

Haveta end this soon, or I'm gonna...!

Silver would take a step back in the stagger, but as soon as his foot his the floor, he would shoot forward again, leaving Dzan little time to follow. His forward propulsion was unnatural and incredibly fast, yet smooth, like he wasn't even moving his legs, simply shooting along the floor with his feet, leaving a trail of white sparks to scorch his path.

This was the same footwork involved in his special technique, the Silver Bullet. A pyrokinetic ability taught to him by Vahn known as the Body Flicker.

Only there were no fists or elbows to lead the way this time, he was just throwing his body into it. Silver was trying to slam into Dzan again shoulder first. His injured, left shoulder first.

"GRAAGH!"

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WHAM.

POP.

There was the gruesome sound of bone on bone as Silver's dislocated left shoulder popped back into place. It hurt about as bad as the dislocation, and he gritted his teeth hard enough to almost crack them, but still his mouth twisted into a painful smirk, a sense of satisfaction lingering through the pain. He had been hoping that would happen.

His eyes would lose focus for only an instant as blood began to flow from his nose. Only it wouldn't drip off of his lip as expected, it would bead and begin to float freely in front of his face. His eyes would refocus and widen at the flying crimson orb, just as he realized that he and Dzan were no longer firmly rooted on the floor of the plane. And it wasn't his doing. With his shoulder still pressed against Dzan as the two of them slowly floated towards the rear of the plane, he made an assessment of the situation.

"Cool...!"

For that moment of uninterrupted weightlessness, the feeling was so astounding, Silver thought he might already be dead. But it didn't last long before he found himself wishing he was.

THWUMP.

The brutal bludgeoning weapon met it's mark, slamming painfully into Silver's back. No longer being rooted by gravity would do little to lessen the severity of the damage. He would suffer from fractured vertebrae in the very least.

"HRAGH!"

More blood would escape from his mouth and nose to enter the air in the form of tiny floating, spinning, weightless droplets. The force of impact would send Silver straight down as Dzan continued soaring away backwards. He'd hit the floor and "bounce" before flipping over backwards completely free floating away from Dzan toward the front of the plane headfirst.

He didn't seem to be moving much other than the panting breaths and writhing and agonizing pain.

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"Crk...!"

The blood continued to bead off Silver's face and into the air, filling the space around him with the tiny orbs. He winced and twitched in pain. He was barely able to lift his head up, it shaking ever so slightly as he managed to look "down" at the far end of the plane at Dzan. His back was killing him.

"Oh yeah... loads of fun... Havin' the time of my life... HRGH!"

He grunted in pain again as his opponent slammed into him, driving them both into the back wall. He was having a hard time moving at this point, and didn't have the time to mount a defense even if we wanted to. When they hit, Silver's back first, he let out another short howl before gritting his teeth and staring down the man that had him up against the wall, both figuratively and literally, face to face as they floated there. That couldn't have been good for the already injured spine. His arms hung out at his sides, ready for the chance to attack or defend, but he needed to see what Dzan did first.

"Hah... I get it now... your unusual heat signature... It's not human... You're more machine than man, aren't you...?"

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Silver smirked, flashing a bloody grin.

"Heh... Cool... I never fought a robot before..."

More ignorance than insult, if anything. Silver actually found the idea of the mechanical man pretty neat. He didn't know how the hell that stuff worked. He just knew it made for one helluva tough guy.

The breather had been nice. It was just enough for him to get his bearings and his second wind to kick in. Still, with severe damage to his arms and back already sustained, he wasn't going to be able to go on much longer without completely breaking down. Hopefully he could finish the fight before that happened. Which would be even more difficult for him in Zero-G.

When Dzan's head suddenly came at him, he would quickly jerk his own to the left, narrowly avoiding getting his face smashed, his opponent only barely grazing his platinum locks. If Dzan had even managed to hit Silver's already heavily battered right side of his face, it still could have been incredibly painful. Knowing Dzan, he'd probably put a huge dent in the wall behind him, and remain completely unfased. While Dzan was still close, Silver's right arm would shoot up at the other man's gut, ready to deliver a One-Inch Bullet at the perfect range and position.

"Got--What the?!"

At least, that was the plan before gravity kicked back in, and his arm suddenly became to heavy to lift. With his back still against the wall, Silver would shoot down to the floor a** first. That's all he needed. Physics wrecking his coccyx. Well, at least the Zero-G problem was solved. The blood globs floating in the air around them would come crashing down all at once, splashing out into tiny puddles in various places around the hard, metal floor. It made for a really rad effect.

"OW! DAMNIT!"

Well, no reason to waste an opportunity. With both of them on the floor, Silver would plant a hand and lash out with his feet, arcing a kick across at the prone Dzan.

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Alright, finally, he was getting somewhere. The other guy was really bleeding his own blood.

"Hey, you said yourself you didn't want me to give up yet. Oh shi-"

His pants were caught, but he'd be damned if he was gonna let Dzan get to work on breaking limb number three. He was running out of those things. While his opponent was still getting up, but before he could position his leg to put pressure on the knee, Silver would push forward and off with the hand he had planted, straining as it was his already sore right arm. He would then bend the caught leg at the knee, bringing the rest of his body towards Dzan, and then extend his other, free leg straight into the other man. As it pierced the air, his foot would ignite, displaying that Silver's pyrokinetic abilities weren't limited just to his arms.

And just like his arm, when the foot made contact with Dzan, there would be a nice explosion to blast him backwards. If he somehow managed to avoid the blow, or Silver's leg couldn't reach, the detonation would occur in the open air between them once Silver's leg fully extended.

"HNGH!"

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"ARGH!"

Silver was jerked along for the ride as his own blast had propelled his opponent, his leg suffering quite painfully as the other man had refused to let go. It was not his day for those ball and socket joints.

But there was no time to wallow in the misery. Silver knew that if Dzan hadn't let go, he wasn't going to stop punishing him. Suddenly, the mace was back up in the air, coming back down on him. Fast. Too fast. He reacted the only way he could think too. He punched it.

His right fist would shoot down, aiming to intercept the head of the mace before it impacted his leg. Again, it would ignite, soaring like a comet as it left a short trail from shoulder to hip. Silver would attempt to strike the head of the mace, probably damaging his own hand, but if he succeeded, it would be accompanied by another blast that would hopefully deflect the flanged instrument of pain and send it back the way it came, maybe even out of Dzan's hand or into him, causing him to hit himself.

"UAGH!"

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