Hold My Beer vs All Dee [Page 2]

Loppa's forearm crashed into the side of Dzan, he could feel da 'umies abdomen compress from the collision, and the skeleton rattle about like a crash test dummy. That was when one of the man's tiny fists slammed into the Black Orc's jaw. And that was when Loppa realized there was sumfin fun'e 'bout dis 'un. Well, funny in a way that wasn't just being sick in the head. A regular 'umie punching an Orc was about as useless as trying to put courage into a Snotling. This punch though? Loppa felt. Not in a way that'd do more than push his head to the side a few inches, but this was definitely more than he a strike like that to do. Especially since he was quite literally pushing the mad 'umie away with his arm in the same breath, but then he stopped moving. Loppa's red eyes fixed the clinging Dzan with a stare. His brain was trying to put the pieces together in order to understand what was going on. Then he spoke:

"'ey wut gives? Duz u'ze really fink u'ze kan git stuck in wif me?"

Then someone had to ruin it. Loppa's keen sense of smell had alerted him to the incoming female. The strange mixture of asbestos, foam, and lead paint that had gone into making her costume was hard for him to miss. He wasn't entirely too concerned though. Loppa had always felt the brainier tact was always to let his enemies come to him, for he despised running in spite of how deceptively fast he was. Even if it meant showing his back. Again, disrespect. The more he provoked an enemy, the more likely he was to get a good thrashin' while bashin' them in return. However, he had not counted on someone using one of his old tricks against him.

The Black Orc could barely feel the impact from the tiny projectile before it spread its dust about. Loppa opened his mouth in protest, beginning to say that someone wuz stealin' 'iz fings when the stinging began. He felt the tingling, and burning of something not unlike ants biting at his eyes and nose. Instinctively he closed his eyes shut tight and moved several steps ahead, turning about to face in the direction that he had been shot from. His left arm flailed up and down, easily lifting Dzan, in and out of the cloud that he himself had just exited. This also had the side effect of placing his Klaw and Dzan out in roughly the same direction as the one from where she approached. Thus, if she did still go through with her plan to launch herself at Loppa she'd find a svelte man and a green fist within her pink mist.

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Darkest Silver Wrote:

> She was there to aid her Teammate, but no doubt they would injure each other regardless… it was a three way brawl and Jay wanted blood.

D' put her hand down slowly, watching her teammate run off to piggyback onto the orc that her niece had told her about. After looking at her FIGHTER to see if a STRIKER had been performed, she folded her arms, shaking her head-- this was all kinds of crazy already, and they'd just gotten there, for the most part. Were those three really about to just go to town on each other? That's not how she remembered the HoH tournaments going!

"What the heck is even happening right now...?" Twitch turned towards the director, who was pointedly not looking at the fight, likely out of irritation since Jay's interference would likely throw of his masterworkof a script.

"Hey, what are we doing," she called out to Jay, expecting to be ignored. "Are we all brawling in a cartoon cloud, or are we sectioning off?" Thankfully she was loud enough to be heard by both teams, so anyone could just answer her.

Loppa continued to get socked in the face. Between each punch he "-GROGGIN'" would "-FRAGGIN'" let "-'UMIE" out "-BLEEDIN'" a "-STOP" word "-WIF" in "-DA" the "-POINTY" middle "-EARZ" of "-RUNTY" the "-STUNTY'" barrage "CLOBBIN'!".

Uh oh. It seemed the Black Orc wasn't particularly impressed with those punches. Which was part of the plan. Loppa had been betting on Dzan being too fixated on the giant target that was his flat face to notice the boulder sized fist his remaining fleshy hand had curled into. All the green made it look sort of like moss. Orcs have a saying about these sorts of things: a rolling stone gathers no moss, but lots of 'umie blud as they're tossed! This may explain why Greenskins loved to build Catapults, to such a degree that they'd willingly let their favored siege engines toss them great distances. Second to that, using them with more conventional ammo, like boulders, always led to gangs of 'umies being crushed into a red smear. Loppa threw his fist forward. Eyes still closed, tiny trickles of tears had begun to run down the sides of his flat face. Between the sensory overload from the powder, and Dzan's punches (which were having more of an effect than the Orc was going to let on, obviously) he wasn't all too aware of things going on beyond his immediate vicinity at the moment.

That was when Jay springboarded off the ground and at her intended target, only to find Loppa's arm slam out like a piston from his side.

"OUW!"

The enormous, green executioner let out a cry as his fist slammed into the armored knee with a comical BONK. He had expected the fleshy human bits. Not metal. Loppa would shake his hand for a second in the air, trying to expel the pain from his knuckles. His twin, yellow eyes would flash open like an explosion of color against the rest of his peat, dark flesh. Completely oblivious to the woman's attack on him, Loppa'd meet eyes with Dzan for a brief second, trying to understand just what the hell had happened when the streetfighter would oblige Loppa for his hesitation by stabbing a finger into his left eye. Poking the organ, and sending Loppa into second howl in just as many moments.

"AAARUGH!"

He roared and then smacked his right hand to the eye before holding Dzan out at arm's length away from him at last. The one open eye staring with quickly boiling hatred at him from a distance. His biologically given frown turned ever more sour to help compliment the rage.

"Git offa me arm. Nao."

The words were said with a sort of cold, calm anger that a parent held for a child who had done something wrong after already being scolded over the matter. There was a sort of malice here that would warrant Dzan's careful attention.

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Ebag The II Wrote:

Darkest Si Wrote:

> 9qmxa3vy:28="Darkest Silver]

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The Yamanote line usually ran a circuit around Tokyo's center, starting at Tokyo Station itself and passing through well known places such as Shinjuku, Shibuya, and Akihabara. Amazingly, its entire route was painstakingly modeled. No doubt by artists whose passion and skill were knowingly wasted on a direct to digital B-Movie. Their effort destined only to occupy the playlists of the most dedicated Kaiju Film aficionado or serve as stock footage for dank memes.

Still, the green trimmed toy passenger train buzzed along its replica track, pulling into each stop in a manner faithful to its real-life counterpart. That is, until it reached Akihabara Station where it'd take an unexpected detour.

Unchecked Twitch Wrote:

> "Hey, what are we doing," she called out to Jay, expecting to be ignored. "Are we all brawling in a cartoon cloud, or are we sectioning off?"

Twitch's voice had piqued the Stream-Star's interest and Rox could not let her question go unanswered.

There probably should have been a meeting with the local transit authority about the abrupt addition of a route running from Akihabara directly to Twitch's face. But Rox couldn't be bothered. Civil Engineers were jerks and she hated bureaucracy. She snatched the train and all 15 cars from its track and burst into a sprint towards her NEW CHALLENGER!

"HI!"

Her greeting was genuine, as was look of excitement on her face. The 13' of an 11-car commuter train (the other 4 did not survive the trip) whipping in a horizontal arc towards the left side of Twitch's head were also genuine. Rox's double-handed swing came from the max range her improvised weapon could afford(about 12' from her opponent).

Heaven!!!!!!!! or Hell!?!?!?!?!?!?

**Ready?

SLAP!**

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That train got rekt, shattering to pieces upon impact. 3 cars remained dangling from Rox's right hand, but its purpose had been fulfilled. She wanted to get in without having to eat a fireball or something of that nature, and it was Mission Accomplished!

Twitch stepped forward, Pixie-Senshi stepped back, matching her step for step like a seasoned dance partner.

THUD!

D''s kick met Rox's flexed left arm as she brought it up to guard while turning her upperbody slightly clock-wise. She'd manage to brace herself for the blow, but the momentum behind it carried her backwards a couple feet. Cars were crushed and lightpoles were flattened, yet her balance remained solid.

>=)

Now it was Go-Time!

Once Twitch recovered from her attack, she'd notice Rox stepping in towards her. The train was cast aside, replaced by a fist that was every bit as anxious to introduce itself to her face as its predecessor had been. A simple right-jab to start. Then a low roundhouse kick from Rox's right leg to follow.

Collateral damage from her previous fight was off the charts, yet it lacked a true exchange of fisticuffs. Rox promised Stream-Fam during her post-fight AMA to correct that little oversight this next time around.

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Unchecked Twitch Wrote:

Her punch whiffed. For some reason Twitch's head was no longer where it should have been.

"!"

Still, she made the motion to follow up with the roundhouse but had her actions halted by a (insert Twitch's shoe-size here) foot to the gut.

"!!"

Rox once more found herself moving backwards. She didn't get too far. One of those multi-story SEGA Arcade buildings made sure of that. Being hollow and made of cardboard, the entire thing collapsed upon itself. As a result, Rox lost her footing and fell through it.

Pixie Senshi wasted little time returning to her feet, doing so quickly enough to catch glimpse of the projectile building delivered courtesy of D'! With her right hand she swatted the replica aside like it owed her money. More badass ammunition for the special effects team to utilize post-production.

"RUDE!"

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Hell yes Rox fell for that feint!

She felt the hairs on her neck raise in anticipation of Twitch's advance. Once the awooman moved, something within the Battle-Pixie stirred. Her Battle Aura. It shifted and intensified, causing subtle disturbances in the air about her. Currently it was invisible to the naked eye, but if Twitch or anyone nearby had any sort of spirit or ki sense, they'd notice its presence.

D' took to the air, and Rox responded by back-stepping with a slight offset to her right. Just enough movement to be out of range of what she thought was another flying kick. Unfortunately, Rox was at a reach deficit, so in order to capitalize on the “whiffed” attack, she needed to immediately move back into range, darting in with her left arm up to guard.

Rox rotated her body counter-clockwise, bringing her left leg around hoping to catch a still recovering Twitch in her center-mass!

Wait, what? That's not-

Cue DBZ heavy blow SFX.

Heel-to-heel their legs crossed as both of them had opted for the same goddamned attack! Great minds think alike, maybe? The ground immediately around them shuddered ever so slightly as Rox's Battle Aura dispersed the excess force from the impact. In real time, the contact was brief. In Kaiju Film Time, Rox and Twitch held the pose for the minimum amount of seconds required to fully capture their respective facial reactions.

o_o

Post production would see this moment run through an over-saturated sepia filter and showcased on a movie poster. Well, a digital one at least.

Following the failed attack, Rox hopped backwards, resetting the range between them to about 5'. Her arms were brought up to guard once more.

Pixie-Senshi frowned internally.

This... is going to be a rough one.

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Rox was ready to meet Twitch blow for blow.

Thwak! Thump!

Blocking the two punches with her left, Pixie-Senshi falsely suspected an opening and lowered her right arm to attack. Instead, she'd catch the sudden left cross!

BAM!

Winded, she staggered back. If she had the time, she'd curse herself for once again falling for her opponent's martial shenanigans. That's inexperience for you! Still, she was careful not to leave too large of an opening. She recovered with another back-step, intending to once again create space between them.

However, her arms were no longer raised in defense. As she moved back, her right and left hands extended in Twitch's direction, shooting her the infamous Double Finger Point! Though this wasn't quite a gesture of “bromanship”.

show spoilerhide spoilerPIXIE-GUN: Rox makes a finger gun (with one or both hands) and uses it to fire a projectile of energy at a target. The projectile travels 25 m/s and dissipates after 25 m. The Blast hits as hard as one of Rox’s punches when fired from one hand, twice that when fired from two. Since her punching power is modified by her strength increases, the attack scales with Rox’s transformations.

She fired her “finger guns” in rapid succession, sending a trio white spheres (two from her left hand, one from her right, alternating) at Twitch's chest, face, and chest again. Usually she'd say “pewpewpew” or “bang bang”, but timing was tight and she'd just been punched in the chest. The distance between them was short, and if any of the the blasts struck, they'd carry with them a force equivalent to Rox's full strength punch.

Keeping with the uptempo pace of their battle, Rox rushed in. She was going in, committing fully to the one-two followup she had planned. Left hook to the ribs, right hook to the face.

Meanwhile, Rox's stream viewership steadily increased as her fans tuned in. The turnout was nothing like that of her maiden battle, but the numbers were still respectable. With her Seventh Sense, Twitch might notice that Rox was currently fighting at roughly twice the strength of her physical build thanks to her aura. And that aura was growing.

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