Individual: Round 1 - Match 2: Goliath_Bird_Eater v Micka

[Kat_05]

"May I present to you the second match of our very own RP Olympics! I'll be your host and judge, Kat_05. Lets meet our competing characters, shall we? In corner one, we have Collator! In corner two we have Micka! Now, I want a clean fight you two. That means no tearing the multiverse unless you really want to, okay? "

Collator and Micka suddenly find themselves on a mountainside, where it's almost freezing and very steep. The air's thin this high up, and the poison gasses from further up don't help. Things heat up if you go higher-this mountain's a volcano! At least there are some rocks floating in the magma if you fall in....

"Looks like everything's going well. You may begin!!!"

[GBE]

((Hi Micka, and Kat. Ive not completely roleplayed with you before, if ever, so, good luck, and may the best man win... ))

Upon arrival on the mountainside, Collators body rapidly adapts to the environment automatically. His body begins to generate more heat to tackle the cold air attempting to cool his body, as small air vents begin to pump out warmed air around his body, making sure that he doesn't seize up at the wrong time.

As for the noxious fumes, the bio-organic nanobots that flow through his body form a small team that rapidly reproduce their numbers within his nasal cavaties, within his lungs and his heart, collecting anything that may cause adverse reactions to his body.

None of this material goes to waste, as it is all rapidly broken down to base components, and used as energy, fuel and even nutrition for his body.

Meanwhile, Collator was already collecting physical and mental data from his opponant. A base human with limited abilities, but also a skilled swordsman. His resolve appears fairly strong, but he was sure that could be exploited and weakened, there was a reason behind him being in this competition.

Having fully scanned the arena, he considered it more advantageous for himself to take the fight higher up the side of the mountain, a quick and easy victory through knockout. The fumes should affect his opponant gravely.

His facial mask, connected fully, and sifting the air for any further dangers to his body, he begins to speak, his voice slightly distorted, "It is time to test your abilities...." With that, he raises a palm towards Micka, and his palm begins to open, revealing a circular device, which begins to glow.

With a slight recoil, a medium sized plasma ball fires off with rapid speed towards Micka. Whilst it does so, he charges forwards, not with a huge pace, but his large strides caused his advance to appear much faster, he leaps towards Micka, firing a second volley of plasma balls, four to be precise, where he assumed Micka would try to move towards...

[Micka]

((Heres to a good clean fight, may the best man win, and may the loser avoid being reduced to a fine paste ))

Micka shivered slightly from the cold, as he observed his opponent adapting to the environment. He watched as Collator's body changed to allow venting of warm air, small clouds of water vapour forming as warm air met cold.

Micka kept his breathing steady, having spent most of the last several years aboard an aging space station, the thin air wouldn't affect him too much. The noxious fumes from the volcano would be another matter if he got much closer to the peak, however. He shook the thought from his mind, and concentrated on the fight ahead.

"It is time to test your abilities...."

It was at that moment that he recognised the familier feeling of another mind making contact with his own, subtly extracting information. He didn't have time to do anything about it, as his opponent's hand seemed to open and began to glow. Not wasting any time, Micka ran and dived further up the slope, the plasma ball impacted the ground he had occupied just moments before.

Catching a glimpse of Collator moving towards him, as well as four more plasma balls, he kicked off the ground, causing him to fall back down the steep slope. Drawing his gun, Micka fired three rounds at the cyborg, aiming for its head and chest. His sword appeared, gripped firmly in his free hand, the blade embedded deep in the solid stone. His momentum caused him to swing around, and slide across the slope, ending up slightly behind his opponent.

As he regained his footing, Micka fired his last three rounds, then ducked behind a nearby rocky outcrop to reload. Realising that his opponent would not hestitate to launch his next attack, he continued to move back, further around the mountain.

[GBE]

Collator was slightly annoyed that his first round of attack had missed, however, he wasn't completely surprised, as he hadn't collated all of the data he could to perfectly guess his opponants next set of movements.

As he was still flying through the air, three bullets were fired at him, he had to stop himself smiling, knowing this attack was pitiful, at best. As the bullets collide with his forcefield, instead of riccocheting off it, they get stuck.

The surface of his body seems to slightly ripple, as it absorbs the materials from the metal. Waste not want not. Landing, he hits the ground heavily, slightly causing a shallow reverberation in the mountainside. His data collation determines that a serious shock to the mountainside, it may errupt, an advantage to himself.

As he does land, a further three bullets are fired at him, however, the shots are slightly of target, and, this time, riccochet from his body. He already knew where his opponant was, behind a boulder. Turning around, behind him sat another boulder, without hesitation, he flexes his hands, the sharp claws at the end of his fingers jam into the side of the boulder.

Bending his knees, and slightly arching his back, he picks it up with a little effort, his body venting heat, as he lifts it clean of the ground. Spinning once, he targets Micka with a slight arc, releasing the boulder. Instead of waiting for it to collide with Micka's boulder, he opens both hands, and begins firing plasma energy rounds to both sides, and just above of Micka's boulder.

He walks towards his targets position, slowly. He calculated minimal risk to himself. He was prepared for Micka to charge out at some point...

[Micka]

Micka wasn't surprised by the fact that his attack had no apparent effect, and the very brief glimpse he had caught of Collator had shown that it would take much more then mere bullets to win this fight. What did surprise him however, was the fact that his opponent was firing at the boulder he had taken refuge behind just moments before. He had just narrowly avoided being crushed by the huge rock Collator had thrown, and was now climbing further up the mountain, hidden from sight.

It was then that something occured to him. Collator. It wasn't just a name, it was the cyborg's purpose, it's primary function. He had been collecting data on his opponent, using that data to predict Micka's moves and reactions. However, the data was incomplete. This was something that could be used to swing the battle in Micka's favour.

Finding the tenous link that his opponent had made between them, Micka mentally whispered to Collator.

What a fool, still attacking that rock. Just a few moments more, and I'll be in position, ready to attack from behind

As he climbed higher, Micka kept it up, mentioning how narrow the ledge beneath Collator was. How hard it was to maintain his balance at such an altitude. How he needed his opponent to be distracted by the boulder for just a moment more.

[GBE]

His scanners opened to maximum, confirm that there is nothing behind him, and that he positioned safely. His opponant had figured that his data was incomplete. However, all was not lost, Micka had given him an oppurtunity to complete his data.

Piggybacking back on the telepathic link now opened by Micka, as he did not have a pure control over telepathy, he begins to prowl around the top layer of Micka's thoughts and slowly finding a pathway into his memories.

As he does, he retorts "A door once opened, can be travelled both ways. You have provided me with everything I needed to know about you...."

His scans confirm that Micka was attempting to trick him, to unnerve him. Unnerve him, he chuckles to himself at that. His scans confirming Micka was now for some reason scaling up the side of the mountain. He sees a quick win oppurtunity.

Raising both arms at different angles, one pointed in line with Micka's trajectory, one arm pointed several metres above him towards a rocky outcrop, he begins to unleash his plasma charges again. The ones aimed at Micka's moving position were mostly distractionary, any hits would be a bonus.

The plasma charges collide and explode with the rocky outcrop, "BOOM" "BOOM" "CRACK!". The rocky outcrop begins to break apart, and crumble, as it begins a rolling/falling descent towards Micka.

[Micka]

"Fine with me!" Micka yells back at his opponent, "I'd rather have a fair fight anyway!"

Of course, Micka didn't feel nearly half as confident as he tried to sound. His opponent was clearly too clever to fall for such a cheap ruse, and was very well trained. The fact that the small plasma charges that had begun to explode around him was most likely cover fire, intended to keep him pinned in his current position, did nothing to ease the impending sense of doom that Micka was feeling.

Clinging to the steep mountainside, somehow protected by the numerous small ridges that ran up the mountain, Micka weathered the attack, hoping for an opportunity to escape from this position. Feeling several small rocks hitting his upper body, he looked up, just in time to see several very large, very heavy looking boulders careening down the slope towards him. With one hand held above his head, he squeesed his eyes shut, and awaited the seemingly inevitable.

High above him, the largest of the falling rocks vanished.

It took a few moments for Micka to realise that the rock he felt against his open palm was not in the process of reducing him to a thin paste. It seemed to have... stopped. Cautiosly opening his eyes, he looked up to see the huge boulder, a little over half its mass embedded in the slope above, forming a protective overhang. The rest of the falling debris bounced off, much of it assuming a new trajectory towards Collator.

((Ugh, remind me to never get into another hopeless situation, ever again. Took me ages to come up with that))

[GBE]

((lol... Nicely done. I wasn't sure how you'd escape that I guess I'm going to have to bring the fight to you, eh? ))

Collator watched as the boulders began to fall, and spotted Micka cringing as one bounded down towards him, he too waited for the inevitable, and then, it just stopped. The rest of the boulders now hitting the secure rock and bouncing off on a trajectory towards himself.

Pointing both hands upwards, he targets the boulders, and fires his plasma rounds, which, as they collide with the boulders cause small explosions. Rocky shrapnel flies in every direction, both towards Collator and Micka. Collator moves 'quickly' to a position nearby a tree where some of the rocky shrapnel embeds itself in the trees.

[Micka]

((Not if I don't bring it first ))

Micka didn't waste any time contemplating what had just happened. Later he would decide it was most likely a survival mechanism that had allowed him to pull such a large object. For now he made good use of this lull in the battle, climbing sideways away from Collator.

As he began to climb up the shrapnel hit him, and being partially shielded by the newly formed overhang, was mainly hit on the lower legs. Despite the debris being too small to do any major damage, he was still left with numerous painful looking cuts and bruises.

Pulling himself on top of the rock, Micka took a moment to get his bearings before leaping off, aiming for the tree Collator was hiding behind. Bringing his hands in front of himself, he concentrated, sweat beading on his forehead. In an instant, a slab of rock appeared in front of him, following the same trajectory. It was a little less then a meter and a half across, it's underside dripping molten rock.

Just as the slab hit the trees, Micka pushed back off of it, falling heavily to the ground, rolling several times before comming to a stop. The tree burst into flames as the red hot rock came into contact with it, several branches snapping off like twigs.

Micka pushed himself into a crouch, and doing his best to ignore both pain and wearyness, he crept forward, awaiting Collator's next move.

[GBE]

Collator watched from safety as Micka climbed slightly up and to the side of the mountainside. And then from nowhere, leaped towards his position. He was impressed that he'd had a lump of rock, encrusted with lava as a shield.

His own forcefield flickers as some spits of lava hit it and hiss, as it slides off, falling into the snow, and rapidly melting through it.

He took a step back as Micka crashed into the tree, and rolled off slightly out of view. His scanners detcting his current position, Collator flattens his hands, so that his claw like fingers are all aligned. With both hands, he literally stabs into the tree, causing a large section of it to crack and break, and splinter out.

Removing his hands, the tree tilts slightly. Collator pushes it forwards to Micka, knowing full well he'll escape unharmed, but will provide enough of a distraction.

[Micka]

Micka crawled out from beneath the tree. When he first saw it falling, he attempted to move out of its path, but wasn't quick enough and got caught by the outer branches. Without even bothering to look for his opponent, he stood up, picking leaves and twigs from his hair and torn clothing. No longer able to control himself, he shouted into the wind.

"Alright that's it! Show yourself Collator! Lets finish this once and for all."

Breathing heavily, sword once again in hand, Micka waited for the cyborgs next move.

[Kat_05]

((Good show! Good show! Don't mind little ole me , just shaking things up a bit...))

Micka's melting rock wasn't the only one to worry about. Smaller chunks (think quarter to volleyball size) or rock were now being thrown from the volcanoe above, melting any snow in the area the two opponents fought. Lava wasn't coming down quite yet and might not at all, but warm ash was filling the sky, making everything dark. Gravity forced some of the ash to fall, causing an ash-storm. The volcanoe rumbles....

(AKA: You now have loud noises,low visibility (not to mention a mouthful of ash until you fix that), falling flaming rocks, temp change, and a shaking ground. Will you run or use this? I almost can't wait to see!)

[GBE]

Collators scans confirmed Micka's survival, although, he now appeared to be tired. He also picked upon a weapon in Micka's hand, a sword? How pitiful he thought.

And then suddenly, his scanners detect something far too late, as he'd been concentrating on Micka, anything else had been silenced by his internal thoughts. The ground began to shake, and now, chunks of ice and rock were raining down upon the arena.

An earthquake? An erruption. As the ash plumed out into the sky, slowly causing everything to darken, Collators scans were doubled to ensure Micka's whereabouts. Also, his vision changed to both heat and night vision, successfully extrapulating the outlying arena, not that his memory banks didn't already have the arena mapped out.

His mask, firmly secured, protects him from the falling ash, as it is being filtered. However, the filters were beginning to fill with ash. His bio-organic nanobots had to work double time, and rapidly multiply themselves to remove the debris and break it down into energy.

Collator realised he couldn't over exert himself now, in case he drained himself. He was fully charged, but he couldn't risk pouring his energy into theoretical attacks. The ash would provide a basic source of energy.

Then, he had an idea. Micka should find it hard to breathe and see in this condition. What about adding heat to the mixture. Taking a possible geological leap of faith, he again charges up his plasma charges, and fires into the darkened sky, hoping to ignite the ash, and any possible fumes that are yet to settle.

His scanners suddenly go haywire after his small volley of rounds into the air, several large rocks are headed directly for him. Their trajectories put him in their path in any direction he moved. Deciding to take the smallest hit he could, he moves back about a metre as a rock crashes into his chest.

The forcefield takes the brunt of it, but h is knocked backwards. Lying there, his systems run operational checks, damage assessment and length of time to full operating standards. According to his scans, one of the internal routers to his left arm has been disabled, causing the plasma blasts, and 50% of its strength to be failing. His breathing is a little heavier, as his lungs have been slightly damaged.

His scanners are also only now 80% operational, and accurate. Slowly, he begins to push himself of the ground........

((Could I get a judges confirmation or declination of the effect of the plasma blasts to any 'possible' fumes, and on the ash falling down? Thanks,

GBE))

[Kat_05]

((Because ash is the remains of matter that has already been burnt, it'd be pretty hard to do anything more than warm it a bit. Nice try though! ))

Edit: Additional info for someone pming a question-since the clouds are (apparently) positively charged, the plasma shouldn't creat too much of an electrical effect. If they were negatively charged, it'd be a different story.

[Micka]

For a while, Micka had no idea what was happening. Having grown up on a geologically stable world, volcanos were practically unheard of, and what few existed hadn't erupted in millenia. As the ash began to fall, he tore a wide strip of cloth from the bottom of his shirt, and tied it around his head, covering his nose and mouth. Squinting in an effort to keep the hot ash out of his eyes, he began to look for his opponent.

With visibility so low, Micka was forced to go slow, avoiding some rocks by mere inches, deflecting others with his sword. One small rock he missed seeing completly, hitting him in the shoulder, leaving him with painful looking burn. Relying on his telepatic abilities, he found his way to Collator, just making out his silhouette in the ash storm. He seemed to be damaged, and was just getting up off the ground.

Tightening his grip on his sword, Micka tensed, preparing to launch an attack. The moment came, and passed. Finally, Micka relaxed, sighed, and moved up the slope, putting some distance between himself and the cyborg. The rock fall seemed to have let up for the moment, and the small rocks that continued to fall were easily avoided, or deflected. Calling on the link between them, Micka spoke into his opponents mind once more.

I will not attack an unready opponent. We will continue when you are ready to, should you so wish.

Micka desperately hoped that his sense of honour wouldn't cost him his life.