Swix vs Cirrial

[Cirrial]

501 looks down to the treetops, peering in vain, mentally squinting at each and every leaf he can see. He halts in the air, stable, facing to the ground. His arms dangle lazily, while his legs drift in the air absently.

Can't see a thing through these leaves! Maybe I should head down.

Swivelling to aim downwards, he thrusts his arms ahead of him and begins to soar downwards in a steep curve, until he is skimming parallel to the trees below. The speed of his flight rips off the very highest leaves of the trees, scattering them in his path. He curves and banks as he stares down.

"Where are you? 'Cause, if you're giving up already, you could at least say. I mean, I know I'm not, and..."

With his focus on peering through the small gaps whizzing by him, he suddenly finds himself soaring over grass. He looks above and sees a cliff face, approaching dreadfully fast.

"Oh, five fea-"

He slams at full speed into the cliff-side. His wings cut out abruptly, some of the finer blades shattering entirely, and there is a muted crunch of metal on metal as 501 throws every limb he has into his path in a last-ditch effort to avoid some of the inevitable damage he'll take from this careless slip of attention.

He falls from the cliff-side into the river he has become accustomed to over the duration of the match, reeling and dazed, unsure how many pieces he's in. The last thing he sees above water is an imprint of his body in the side of the cliff, and he hits the surface of the water with a loud splash, a few bewildered fish being sent to the grass nearby.

[Swix]

((9))

Ordell had been waiting and watching, all eight eyes being put to their full use, but he couldn't see the mechanical creature anywhere. Yet the sound of those jet engines were still around, it must be a very slow plane. His access to his mothers memories were often sketchy, as his fathers species had perfected that technique and it was them he'd got the ability from, but he knew planes were mechanical... kinda like that bird... wait...

"Where are you? 'Cause, if you're giving up already, you could at least say. I mean, I know I'm not, and..."

All Ordells eyes turned towards 501 as the avian continued his descent downwards, passing just under the tree the Mutamorphffer had decided to cling onto. Unfortunately for Ordell, the thing was going too fast for him to leap on it... that and it looked rather... spiky...

"Oh, five fea-"

The offspring only just heard as 501 headed for the cliff, the crash and splash were very audible however as the now-arachnid climbed down from the tree. Arachno-Ordell pumped his legs as he quickly moved towards the hated river again to see just what had become of his opponent. Maybe they'd been going about this the wrong way? But then, the thing had said it wasn't going to give up.

Still, that crash looked like it had been quite bad, judging from the imprint in the cliff face. He doubted that this one was a trick, even metal must hurt when it hits something just as hard and much larger. He'd already learnt it felt pain after it had screamed earlier.

'I wonder if it needs help?' he thought as he stared down at the forbidding current, trying to catch a glimpse of the thing. He was still puzzled as to whether or not it needed to breathe, but even water breathers could drown. He wasn't about to let this thing die for no reason, his mother might be in favour of leaving it there but his father would certainly never approve of him doing something like that.

Ordell morphed for a second time, back into his more humanoid and feathery form minus the clothing. He lacked the special material his mother had so his 'skin' had fallen off earlier, probably when he climbed the tree. The only reason he hadn't realised was because he didn't notice his clothing quite so much as before. However, long hairs that covered his entire body bar his face, palms and soles began to grow to compensate for the loss. It should spare some of the viewers and 501 as well, as the boy pulled down a strong vine hanging from one of the taller trees with the help of a little acid to sever it.

Ordell looped the vine around his uninjured right arm, before throwing the other end into the river, weighted down with a small rock. 'Yep, definitely started this the wrong way'

[Cirrial]

Flailing around in the murky depths, or at the very least, the relatively murky depths of the river, 501 regains his composure and surveys himself through the distortion of the water. His limbs were scratched, etched, and were more than slightly dented... but amazingly, still functional.

He flails upwards, his joints reacting with a worrisome latency. At the surface of the water, he throws his arms out...

And then the rock fell. Right onto his head. It causes him no injury, but in his annoyed bewilderment, he sinks to the riverbed, bubbles of irate keynain curses of varying strengths floating from around his beak.

The river surface begins to bubble and froth as, with a dramatic swoosh, 501 swoops out of the river, screeching harshly. He switches from angered keynain birdsong to the metallic profanities of the robots back at the Marasphere.

He drops down to above the water surface, and hovers erratically.

"And THIS is for throwing that rock on my head!"

He begins to slowly dive at Ordell, his hands in front of him, the individual talons on each hand flexed out. He knew what he'd do! Show this brat what it was like, and drop him in the river!

In his haste, however, he completely forgets how sharp his talons can be.

[Swix]

((10))

Ordell had watched the forbidding water, puzzled and worried as he hadn't seen the bubbles due to the currents movement. Surely the thing should have come up by now? The vine he'd used hadn't gained any extra weight either, so it wasn't using that.

'Why is the water frothing like that?' Ordell thought, briefly forgetting his hatred of water as he took a closer look. The last time he'd seen a river do that was when it had rained bath foam, but that hadn't made it look so... angry.

The Mutamorphffer fell backwards unceremoniously as the angry metal bird erupted from the water, landing on his backside with a thud and getting his arms tangled up in the vine. The shocked hybrid stared up at the bird as it screeched then hovered back down to above the water.

"And THIS is for throwing that rock on my head!"

Ordell scrambled to get up so he could get away from the thing, slipping in the mud in his haste. That caused him enough delay for 501s sharp talons to slice into Ordells upper arm muscles, causing even more yellow tinted red blood to flow over his hairy body.

"AAAARGH! Get offa me!" Ordell yelled as he used the uninjured lower left arm and his legs to try to push the mechanoid away from him. His wings featured in his panicked struggles as well, instinctively beating against the creature to try and get him off.

[Cirrial]

501 recoils slightly when he realises his talons are actually slicing into flesh, and recoils even more when Ordell starts driving him away. He quickly flies backwards.

He then realises he can't normally fly backwards and, while concluding that something must have broken when he slammed into the cliff earlier, flies in a clumsy arc back into the river with an even bigger splash.

Within seconds 501 flies back out of the river. I am so incredibly sick of that river right now!

While hovering above the river, his battered wings send out impulses of force haphazardly and in several directions. Although 501 is still able to hover, although rather erratically, the river below ripples and sloshes and splashes alarmingly. 501 glances down, his whole body tilting to a more horizontal posture, and then to Ordell.

"Heheheh! What's the matter? Scared of a little moisture? Well, I'll show you why your fears are just! ...That is, just in the sense that there's reason for such fears to be... uhh... just... never mind!"

Hanging in the air, he slowly sinks down. The surface of the river could easily pass for boiling water, the turbulant waters beginning to leap out of the river and lapping at the banks.

He sinks down some more. Just beneath him a small maelstrom begins to form, and water closer to the river bank begins to fly out, spray flying towards Ordell.

[Swix]

((11))

The Mutamorphffer called Ordell stood watching in a mixture of bemusement and confusion as the bird flew backwards, further tearing his arms, then did what looked a backflip back dwn into the rushing river. It flew up in front of him a second time, moving around so erratically that it ended up 'lying' in midair above the river, causing the bloodied Ordells mouth to drop.

"I knew it!" the hybrid almost shouted as 501 lowered himself down nearly into the water while it sloshed about "you're some sort of water bird!"

The hybrid unintentionally cringed after his crazed revelation as several drops of water hit him in the face. He was fully expecting to burn or something else painful.

[Cirrial]

501 stares at Ordell with his constantly blank yellow eyes. "Yes, uh, a water bird! Water bird robot thing! And that's not all!"

He sinks a little lower, closer and closer to the river surface, which slowly moves away as if some unseen bubble of force surrounds 501's body.

He tries to slowly tilt himself back to a more vertical position, throwing his legs forward. His legs just touch the surface of the water, however, and the whirling vortex of water just below him grabs them.

"...Oh, not aga-"

Within seconds, he is sucked under the water by the powerful currents of force his faulty wings have produced. He grabs at the air and writhes franctically before disappearing altogether.

But his wings are still very active, and the overall effect is not too different from a large boulder being dropped into the lake, with spray flying up high into the air and far across the plains. The water still left in the river bubbles and churns, through a combination of 501's thrashings and his increasingly unstable wings.

From the turbulent waters comes the muted but clear shouts of 501. "This still isn't over! You hear me?! I can still win this!"