[3rd Place] CIS Victory

THE BRIDGE

For those who fell just short of glory, the bridge of the glorious CIS VICTORY will serve as center stage! The Commander has requested your audience, and now you will fight in the most grandiose of venues. Noticeably, the bridge's crew is absent, sent to other sections of the ship. While untold millions are still permitted to watch via the many cameras built into the room itself, there is but one live spectator.

The Commander himself.

Terrain

General - Electronics, viewscreens, railing, and swivel seats are situated all about the room. Given the nature of the arena, everything is pretty much secured in place. The room is a giant semi-circle with a radius of about 40 feet. yes, a massive area by any standards, but the CIS Victory is quite the large ship. The Commander sits in the captain's chair overlooking the entire bridge, well out of harm's way for most part. Dominating the background is a huge viewscreen which is currently displaying Leviathan Stadium and its surrounding countryside.

Natural Element Resource - None.

Weapons - What you bring.

Bonus Effects - The Commander is watching. Do not disappoint him.

Griff entered the bridge without nearly as much fuss. A single medic urging him to let the stitches sit for longer. But hell, between the SythSkin and the stitches, he was healed. Griff didn't confront the medic, so much as blow him off entirely. The door slid open in front of him, a flier saying that someone's photobucket account was closed for inactivity, which confounded the captain for just a moment before heading in.

From top to bottom, Morivan looks different than he had four rounds ago. Clean cut with a well kept beard, his hair well trimmed. Conservative clothes and shades. And now? The black shag he called a hairdo had grown over his headband, which was sewn together from the shards of his silken shirt from rounds before. DOOMTRAIN left exposed, his opposite hand clenched around his new gauntlet.

The heavy green cloak draped over his shoulders laid heavily on him, but he liked the look and the feel of it. It exposed his scars in just such a way that he really approved of. His old pendant peeked just out from under the cloak, shining when the light hits it just right. And Sutiiven would certainly notice an oddity.

Where the hell did Griff get those shades?

"Well well well well well." He said with a confident grin, his arms outstretched. Fang of Midgard sat under his right arm, clipped as always to his belt. "Looks like we're at GO TIME. Finals and all that good gushy s**t. MISTA-Chairman. It's a pleasure to be here to entertain. And the ladies and gentlemen at home?" He said, turning to where he assumed one of the cameras might be positioned, and the most accurate catching a good, dramatic angle.

"My name is Griff Morivan! From the bellies of defeat, Jörmungandr united into a single beast and has arrived. And while our victory fell just short of ultimate glory, we have the honor, the privilege, the great pleasure to fight Team Glacier, the legendary Team of Kings."

He walked back to his team's bench, nodding to Sutiiven before turning once more to the Chairman, the Cameras, the whole nine. "Now. Let's finish Dethroning the Kings!"

Quote: "Throw someone before the Commander's chair, I offer my body to you." Griff turned now, spotting Miranda. She was fine lookin', and it took some reserve not to give a cocky whistle. But he did turn on his heel, looking at the woman.

"On'a my girls has been wantin' to take you on head to head, so I'll give her a few more minutes to get up here. But I wanna say, all bravado aside?" He took his shades off, bowing his head ever so gentle. "It's a ******** honor to be fighting you guys. I hope we give you all a run for your money."

And with that, he'd give Fayble a minute to get up here.

Fayble slipped into the bridge with even less fuss than Griff, picking her teeth with a toothpick, she quietly leaned against a podium. She was wearing her normal clothing, her jeans and black camisole, boots and gloves. But this time minus her signature hat and duster. She was cool with it now, earlier, she blew off steam by sleeping in the hospital. It was fantastic fun.

Hammer at her hip, Fay had begun to stick on her amulets to the back of her hand to ready herself. That's when she heard Miranda declare a challenge.

"Alright."

Turning about and walking down the few stairs, she stood by the infamous chair, and gave a two fingered saluted.

"I'll be your entertainment for tonight." Sniffling, she parked her thumbs in her pocket. "Any special terms?"

Blinking as well, Fayble shrugged to herself and smiled.

"Alright then."

As Miranda started forward at a walking pace, Fayble would grind her feet into the floor and transfer her energy down through her body, into the floor, then up again, just to proof herself for things to come. This also gave her the opportunity to begin her charge, the tall tale sign of tendrils of electricity dancing across her body gave it away. By the time her opponent go to where she was going, Miranda went for a clock to face, Fayble moved to the woman's left side. Bundling her fists together, Fay went for strike to her back, just between her shoulder blades to knock her forward.

If all went well, Fay would move behind the woman wait for her to recover. It was the beginning of the round, it was their fight, they had time to get into the hardcore stuff later. Raising her hands in a generic guard, right hand balled into a fist at her hip, the other, the same by her chest.

Grounding:

But stamping her feet to the ground before a fight, Fayble directs her energy into the ground, then back up into her body. Enabling her to use electrical moves without being shocked back, or being shocked by other electrical attacks.

Voltage:

Fayble has the ability to control generate and control small amounts of electricity. Without the aid of her hammer (see weapons), she is able to administer enough electricity to equal that of an electric fence (10,000 volts) in a punch etc. This would cause a brief paralysis in area damaged.

Grounding: Employed

Voltage: 1/1 Charged

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Well well well. It seemed that the opposing team actually had the courtesy to show up. And here Stephen was slightly hoping they'd award Jormungandr the third place prize by default.

Oh well, this was much more entertaining anyway.

Stephen stood up and removed the one armed jacket from his person. Fayble was up and lookin' to kick some tail.

In honor and support of Team Kamina Jormungandr, Stephen pulled out his own pair of strange sunglasses.

"Hey Glacier! I'm going to tell you something important now, so you better dig the wax out of those huge ears of yours, and listen! The reputation of Team Jormungandr echoes far and wide... When they talk about its bad a** members, the team of indomitable spirit and masculinity, they're talking about us! The Mighty Jormungandr!"

He addressed his opponents with a smirk on his face. "We don't care if you've been tournament champion once, twice, or a hundred times! Today we're going to rock your world! Kick logic out and do the impossible! That's how team Jormungandr rolls!"

Confidently he stood, laughing in the face of legends.

"Don't underestimate us! We don't care about time or space or multi-dimensional whatevers, we don't give a damn about that! Force your way down a path you choose to take and do it all yourself! That's the way team Jormungandr rolls!"

Defiantly, he snapped out his left arm and pointed at Glacier with great justice!

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!"

Whether Fayble thought that the left arm being absolutely limp meant that it wasn't working well enough to be used in this fight, or whether Miranda's apparent casualness in stance and stride meant that she was going to be slow to respond, didn't matter. What mattered is that when Fayble rolled to Miranda's left, that arm moved.

There was nothing terribly fancy in the motion... it was the quickest thing she could do that would have pretty much the same effect as if she'd actually taken more than a second to respond. Her arms made an "L" shape as she picked it up, keeping it pretty close to her body. Her palm, open, was sent to Fayble's midsection (or wherever higher she'd be reaching, assuming Fayble dropped down to step around-- high chest to face?) and after contact was made, Miranda grunted and pushed Fayble back.

Now, there wasn't a lot of power in this either... for rearing back when Fayble was pushing on her would have taken time, time for Fayble to electrocute our lupine heroine... and Miranda really, really disliked getting tazed. Electromancers were on level with geomancers (SHOUYIN) for being ridiculously annoying for her to fight, because of their ability to taze someone if touched for more than a half second.

And so this motion and reaction would do little to move Fayble back (Miranda's strength notwithstanding-- while there would likely be a little rocking back, nothing more than a step or two), though it should suffice to stop her from getting around to Miranda's back, and allow Miranda to pivot to whatever Fayble's new position turned out to be. They were still close, and since people liked believing that Miranda was slow because she was big, she didn't go for a counterattack.

Lightning-users tended to be quick, following the nature of the element, so while it wouldn't be the most epic or flashy thing, Miranda was going to follow the nature of her own element and chill to see what would happen next.

[Major Tom to Ground Control: Regrets? This is what I was meant to do.]

[Countdown : T-16]

Miranda's stance, as it were, reverted to the one-handed stance. If she had enough time to do so, then she would... as a show of readiness, if for nothing else. Fayble didn't counter her immediately, so the left arm went limp again.

A hook... well, Miranda's arm was up and ready enough to deal with it, her head tilting back slightly while her arm got just a little bit higher.

A feint...

All she could do in the instant was to tuck her otherwise exposed stomach just before the fist landed, rolling with the punch as best as possible. Miranda grunted with the strike as air was forced out, but rather than curse herself for falling for such a fundamental sort of maneuver, she reacted.

There was no way Miranda was going to pull back her entire body before Fayble landed her fist... so Miranda was still concaving her chest, and her arm was still falling... as reaction to a punch to the chest dictated she drop her defending arm to prevent more. However, that defending arm was attached to a hand, a hand with claws at the end of splayed fingers... claws that slashed down against Fayble's face. No, it would not feel good, and blood was expected.

Miranda's left leg dropped soundly behind her, the not-really defense completed and her weight was put forward, on the right leg. Though she was made to defend, she was enough in a readying stance that, whether the slash hit or missed, Miranda could track Fayble's position, quickly pivot her leg, and push off to send the cocked left knee into her opponent's chest.

Payback in spades.

[Ground Control to Major Tom: How are you feeling?]

[Countdown : T-15]

Zzzzt--

And this is why we don't like lightning users.

The elbow would have been fine enough... a bit of an opening exploited, fair game and all that. But then there just had to be electricity thrown into it to make her pause... make her hold enough to not retaliate right away at being pushed back.

Her left leg dropped finally-- behind her again, as Fayble succeeded in putting Miranda back in, and Miranda worked her jaw.

Her fist clenched, then relaxed. By now, she was back in her stance.

"..."

Ante up, double down.

"..."

[Major Tom to Groud Control : "Mind sending up a drink?"]

[Countdown : T-14]

Before anything, she took a few good steps back. Yellow eyes darting about her opponent, Fayble wiggled her fingers idly before reaching quickly for her belt buckle. Clicking on the mechanism to power up her amulets, the two ram's heads on the back of her hands began to hiss quietly as they activated. The woman she was fighting was a tank, and now Fay was on par with her in the strength department. Hopefully.

At the present time, Fayble didn't feel like being bent into a pretzel, bum rushing this gal was out of the question. For once, she had no choice but to stand at ready and wait. Normally, she hated pussyfooting around a situation, but now she couldn't avoid it. Staying put was the wisest move.

Power Up!:

When 2 of 3 of Fayble's amulets are activated (buckle+hand), two power ups occur. First and foremost is her addition in strength, this enables her to wield her hammer, and deliver nasty punches. Secondly, is an energy boost. This strengthens electricity so that her attacks produce many times the power of her previous Voltage ability. This amplifies her strength by two to three times. Otherwise she is just a strong human. The duration of this ability is as long as the amulets are on. Though the amulets are powered as long as the mechanisms are running, the Power Up! ability works when Fayble needs or thinks of using the item's strength. Otherwise, it mainly works just to help her wield her hammer in it's heavier forms.

Voltage LvL.2:

Due to Power Up! Fayble's Voltage attack now produces the electric amount to that of 300,000 volts (Ex/ 500k-800k = stun gun).

(Charge time: 2 posts, Recovery 3 posts.)

Power Up!: Activated

Voltage LvL.2: 2/2 Charged

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-OFFENSIVE STRIKER!-

Miranda's back would be to Stephen during this staring contest. Perfect time for the team's pre-injured member to come in with an unexpected attack. Seriously, who would expect someone wrapped up in all of those bandages to Striker? It was like expecting a three legged dog go out on a fox hunt!

But the HoH medics were indeed geniuses, and despite the bandages on his body, he was capable enough of going out there and drawing some attention.

Tapping the striker button on his FIGHTER, he charged in from Miranda's rear. He would focus energy into his right hand, and tear towards the hammer woman's opponent. As he did so, he would let out a hearty battle cry!

"FINISHING MOVE! GIGA DRILL BREAK!"

Quote: Flash Bomb: Sutii hurls a small orb of energy from his palm that, upon collision with a solid object, creates an explosion of light and concussive force, which can be used to momentarily blind or stun an opponent. This flash affects a 10 sq.ft. radius in all directions, but can be countered by a covering of one's eyes. R1. (Spiritual Ability)

Of course, it was not a GIGA DRILL BREAK, nor a finishing move of any kind - it was just his signature Flash Bomb, and the hand containing it would swing straight at Miranda's head. He was approximately five feet from her as the attack was released, hopefully hitting her in the face and temporarily blinding her with the flash (should she take the bait and look at the noise behind her.) Barring that, the concussive force would no doubt rattle her marbles for a moment as the orb smacked her in the noggin.

He had gotten in and launched the attack. Now it was up to Fayble to not get blinded herself and kick some a**.

Fortunately for Stephen himself, he was packin' some manly shades of awesomeness on his face.

[Striker Post 1 of 2]

[Time: Approx. 5 Seconds]

((Edit: ...Not sure why I thought Fayble was moving during Miranda's turn... a turn during which no one moved...))

Ecks X Wrote:

This was actually happening.

Regardless of whatever the agitated guy in the other team was spouting off- everything fell on deaf ears for all intents and purposes.

Not all that interested in fighting them, he just busied himself instead with watching the finals taking place in Leviathan via the ship's view screen.

So close. ...so very close. He rested a chin atop one hand, the other simply drumming along the counter he rested against.

He picked his nose after a moment, still watching.

He hoped that wasn't caught on camera, as an afterthought.

He went over to a console and loaded up SINS.

"....."

He wasn't very good at the game.

Sutiiven Wrote:

Tapping the striker button on his FIGHTER, he charged in from Miranda's rear...

Ecks X Wrote:

As for the Flash Bomb... naturally, it would miss since Sutiiven was throwing at Miranda's former position...

The orb would continue "chase" after Miranda as would a rotten apple being fast-balled at a fleeing hobo. ALSO like said apple, the orb would begin to arc downwards as gravity took over the non-controlled ball of energy soared after her. The explosion created by the target was of no concern - with her charging through, the little ball of flashy doom had a lovely human shield to protect it from detonating prematurely.

But alas, there orb DID miss its original target. It would not collide with the head but in the center of Miranda's back. The orb would explode upon contact as if she had just been hit by... well, an exploding fastball, to continue with that metaphor. Far less of a boom than her own, but enough to catch her attention. The flash aspect would sadly go unused, but Stephen had another plan to make up for that.

As Miranda moved from her original location, he would follow her and the flash bomb. Pulling one of his swords, sheathe and all off of his back, he would get in a little closer, draw the weapon, and -

...wait, did he just throw the scabbard?

Yes, Stephen knew he had not enough time to go in closer for another attack, but he could make sure that there was enough distance closed to chuck the scabbard at her head and book it out of there. It was kind of a Hail Mary throw, but presuming she was too focused on multiple explosions and attacking Fayble, it would hopefully do something.

He had to dive to make it back to the Jormungandr bench in time, something which his bandaged injuries would not approve of. But he made it back and tapped the striker button on his FIGHTER as soon as he was legally within the bench area.

BEEP WHUMP

He looked up at what appeared to be Griff's kneecaps and flashed a thumbs up at his Captain - just because he could.

[Striker Post: 2/2]

[Time: Approx. 4.5 Seconds]

[Total Striker Time: 9.5]

Griff continued to wander around the bridge, remarkably disappointed that Glacier was teamed entirely by babies, and Miranda. But in the process of wandering around, he noticed a very large, red button. This red button was surrounded by yellow and black emergency lines, and there was huge, white text on the button itself.

"...Huh..."

The text didn't register as he sorta thumbed the button before pressing down with his palm. and then it dawned on him which button he just pushed.

"Aw s**t!"

She wouldn't miss the formation of the ice crystal as her eyes didn't stay closed for long. It was like a two second blink, she wasn't playing Marco Polo. There wouldn't have been enough time for Miranda to move in for an uppercut and complete it because of a small detail. At the beginning of their little staring contest, she had stepped back to create a bit of distance.

As Miranda moved forward to begin her attack, Fayble tried to side step to get the hell out of destruction's way while twisting her wrist on the handle of the hammer, making it grow. This said, she didn't get away unscathed. She moved about the same time as Miranda went for the upper cut, leaving her ribs wide open to the bracer aided strike. Gritting her teeth as the attack slashed along side her ribs, Fayble swung her hammer at Miranda's ribs as well. Being that her amulets were activated, the swing wasn't at Fay's normal strength, it was almost three times that, giving it enough force to hopefully topple the titan. If the hammer hit, Fayble would release her electrical charge of 300,000 volts.

Stumbling past Miranda as Fayble's body went with the momentum of the strike, she whipped about and held her side gingerly.

"For ******** sake..."

Voltage LvL.2: Released- 0/3 Charging

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