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| Who will win? |
| Kazuma Torisuna |
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| Dysia |
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| Total Votes : 3 |
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 Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 4:53 pm
As she released the dislocated shoulder, Dysia used the transition from the moment of relaxation to feign a regrouping that Kazuma exploited gleefully by pounding on her back. She heaved briefly before her pain editor kicked in and faked the next three whimpers and grunts as the impacts landed dutifully against "muscles" that were actually myomers prototypes for heavy duty mecha. Her ribs responded to the shockwaves as one might expect, the orbital crystal laced skeleton doing its duty to protect organs modeled the same way. Each blow summoning a rich infusion of nanites to the location, quickly mending the damage at a molecular level. Nevertheless, she made a solid effort at letting Kazuma feel as if he was about to turn the tables, that he could rage and transform and scream a terrible scream, glow a radiant glow, and ride the wave of raw emotion to ultimate victory...
And then she twisted again, using her balancing hand to change directions and helicopter kicked into a break dance reversal, attempting to turn the arm bar into a scissor choke hold, her spike heeled jackboots closing rapidly in on his throat from one angle, and the back of the neck, carefully weaving her way through gold and red protrusions she assumed served some baser function as armor. It reminded her of the full conversion borgs of the combat zones, where bullets bounced and deflected off hardened carapaces passing for metallic skin. Limb locks and joints were always the end all be all for anyone strong enough to overpower their actuators, or tricky enough to find the right angles where the joints could be stressed like the parts of an overworked engine.
She then, suddenly remembered her beautiful lycan hypersport... a wonderful gift bestowed by a Sultan from the middle east during a diamond trade that later provided her the funding for the liquid energy storage project. She couldn't even remember if she actually promised them anything. Little did she know she would shortly thereafter become an economic superpower. A titan of the energy sector. Those little devices, barely 1cmx1cm contained enough energy to power a Suburban home in an upperclass neighborhood for 5 months. Soon everyone wanted the technology. She remembered laughing at the news reports as amateur tech pirates blew themselves to kingdom come trying to reverse engineer her proprietary technology. She grinned again, thinking about it, and perchance gave Kazuma an upper hand, as she was busy mentally gloating, she opened her mouth and said
"Ha! as if! They would have had a better chance at inventing time travel. ******** Amateurs."
Though what she said had no apparent context, no raison d'etre. Perhaps Kazuma would think she was insane. They always thought that. She began to sink back down into her own mind again, casually increasing the pressure toward Kazuma's throat as she did so.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 3:13 pm
Luckily for Kazuma, the golden armor featured in his final transformation covered not only his throat, but also the back of his neck. Were the spikes on the back of Dysia's jack-boots capable of piercing armor, Kazuma could be in some serious trouble. He did not yet know what kind of strength or power the cybernetically-enhanced humanoid possessed. Be-fore Kazuma knew it, Dysia had his neck in a scissor hold. This was not the first time Kazuma had been in such a position. Drawing his right arm back, Kazuma went for a pot shot at the right side of Dysia's head while all of her limbs were tied up.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 10:46 pm
As Dysia struggled to find the right method of opening up the shell and getting to the soft, crablike tissue of the carapace covered Kazuma, she was reminded of her two blades. The first was an energon large dao sword, which her marketing team had incorrectly called a Qing Long Dao, but that was a polearm. In a sense, they were not incorrect, as the plasma blade itself could extend to over 2 meters in length and the odd title avoided being sued by the then Disney owned Lucas Film patents for calling it a light saber. This, of course, was nothing more than a curved black saber handle dangling from her belt, with a biometric scanner and AI protocols to activate and deactivate as the blade drew too close to the wielder during a moment of unskilled exposition and flourish. The earliest models resulted in far too many charred corpses and reactive explosions to take it to market, but she remembered her elite blood guard, their capes dipped in large ceremonial vats of blood, demonstrating the device to a potential Saudi buyer, cleaving the Merkava tank cleanly in two.
Paired with her energy blade, she retained portal access to a glass case, it's contents included six blades she had marketed as collectors editions, for 1 million euro a piece. They were proof of concept alloy samples she'd later planned on using as an endoskeletal support structure for the planet to control tectonic plate shifts. It would have given her empire absolute dominion over earthquakes, but she discovered producing the material, from particles the size of neutrinos took far too long to scale toward the 100 petatons needed to build the megastructure. So instead, the material, fabricated in zero-G under strict conditions even for the Empire, remained something of a novelty... organic exotic matter. Both alive and not simultaneously. The scientists couldn't even agree on whether it was sentient. She constructed a small unit of androids out of it, but also developed a limited supply of phase blades and ammunition... just in case. So the blades remained in isolation, suspended behind that glass case. The blades who's edges made monoblades look dull.
...And pressing against the chitinous shell of Kazuma's armor, she released her left hand and leaned back on her right shoulder, and through her neural interface, punched in the coordinates of the glass case, and summoned her blade.
It was a strange thing seeing it. The shimmer of the tiny portal no larger than a pancake, her hand reaching through, and attached to it a strange shadow. It seemed as if it had no dimensions, just a cut out in reality, the profile growing longer, it was somehow unsettling, eating away at the fabric of the universe, blacker than a carbon nanotube forest, and the strongest substance in 9 universes... that was probably another marketing gimmick on the part of the engineers, as actual tests were largely inconclusive. Some time after it's development, an entity materialized in her office and requested an opportunity to examine a sample and replicate it. She thought the entity was being polite, but they went on to explain copying the material was "easier than creating the Laniakea Supercluster, but not as easy as creating the Milkway ex nihilo, and considerably harder than destroying either"...whatever that meant, and then they were gone. Not even a thank you note. That memory brought her back to the awareness that Kazuma was pounding on her head. Good... he was distracted.
The pocket portal closed and she drew the light drinking silhouette high, then brought it down suddenly while bending away the leg pressed up against the armor plating covering Kazuma's throat.
She counted on his fight or flight instincts protecting his neck, expecting him to struggle and roll away, and attempted to use that momentum not to take his head, but the wreath of plating protecting it, allowing his own momentum to provide the motion by which his armor plate was sawed off...
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 11:29 pm
Dysia's dark-saber successfully sawed off the piece of armor plating protruding like the feather of a pea-c**k from the top of Kazuma's skull. Lifting his left arm, Kazuma covered his scalp using the black gauntlet adorning his left hand. Using the medallion on the back of his golden right gauntlet, Kazuma started gathering energy from the Alter dimension; then, he reached for Dysia's hair, attempting to grab it. He threw a kick with his left leg at Dysia's flank, following suit with his right leg.
Preparations: 1 (gathering Alter energy - right gauntlet)
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2017 7:00 pm
Dysia smirked a bit as the luscious crab meat (meaning Kazuma) grew closer, and suddenly the crab legs (his hand and fingers) attempted to draw into her red hair. Rather that try to attack Kazuma, she decided to trim her bangs (and his fingers) with the tip of her blade, rolling backward, careful to avoid the edge of oblivion (the temporary name assigned to the dark saber).
Actually, she had wanted to call the sword Alonso... like that really attractive, naive young man she met at a cocktail party in Dubai. He had warm eyes, but was excessively aggressive, like the sword, always invading the privacy of things like space and time... but Alonso didn't fair so well. He overstepped his bounds. She could have sworn she killed him... was Alonso even his real name? Her memories seemed fragmented and blurry, but she clearly remembered that night, and two weeks later, the head of the materials science analysis team's brains splattered all over her brand new shirt... You'd think employees knew better than to ignore their boss and joke amongst themselves, especially when in the midst of an important business contract... then thinking of kazuma's dimensional energy distortion, she remembered what she called a Jihad against the encroaching dimensional beings and genetic experiments... so much time wasted, so many projects ruined because she had to waste time on what her incompetent underlings thought were werewolves and vampires and demons from the great beyond. Ruined in reality by alternate dimensional beings, ruining her day like the overly aggressive Alonso at the dinner party. She thought of using the surface to surface "Iron Rod" air strike system she'd developed to eliminate a residential hive of self proclaimed vampires, a railgun system firing 2 meter x 2.5cm hexagonal metallic spears at atmospheric re-entry velocities, with a ballistic coefficient of 18.000, the shafts sailed through the air like lightning, arriving like shooting stars and landed like a meteor strike bolt from the gods. She'd set up inauspicious mack tracks around the world on quiet highways with satellite and drone targeting coordinates. The ancient vampires never knew what hit them. She smiled, remembering sweetly, then returned to reality... she would have to see Kazuma in this way... another irritating D-B.
As she trimmed her hair with the edge of the blade, pretending Kazuma's fingers weren't there, she realized he reminded her of Alonso, and her calm, neutral facial expression contorted into a sadistic scorn, twisting the improv black shear (her dark saber) to realign and intercept Kazuma's rapidly incoming set of left and right legs like a batter aiming for a pair of curve balls, Kazuma's kicks could very well be his last stand...
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 2:25 pm
Dysia's dark-saber successfully shaved off the fingers that had found purchase in her hair, a-long with Kazuma's left and right legs, causing him to collapse back-ward. Void-like dark energy seeped like black flame from Kazuma's missing appendages. Kazuma lay on the ground a few inches a-way from Dysia. He turned about in pain. Using his left hand, he propped him-self up, surveying the damage to his limbs. He kept a wary eye on Dysia, waiting for her next attack to come.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 6:13 pm
After the nine month campaign in the deep forests of Eastern Canada, Dysia had far too much experience coping with wild things, like some horrid genetic experiment the locals called Garou, Lupines...werewolves. Her top advisors tried without success to convince her that these things were real, to which she countered - "of course they are real. I see them on the camera". But she never believed in things like curses or wizardry. Any sufficiently advanced technology is always going to appear like whatever the locals use to define their power structure, be it gods, spirits, or magic. Primitive thinking had no place in the Empire, except maybe on the battlefield for the idiot grunts. While their marksmanship and expertise in demolitions wasn't expendable, their opinions and paradigms remained worthless, if not periodically entertaining.
The campaign led them to early exposure to alternate dimensional technologies. What the locals thought were demons. Even the genetic mutations, which she suspected were related to illegal experiments from a rival biotech firm, attempted to parlay a temporary truce while her fledgling black squad, the first generation worked their way through a deeply entrenched sentient DB citadel.
During those months, she recalled video of the enemy, the mutations, and her own labs, where experiments were conducted on the captives. Limbs literally growing right before her eyes. Her company's ruthless capitalization on anything and everything they were exposed to, and the rapid reverse engineering, innovation, and commercialization and commodification of products for sale aided her company in leaping far faster than her rivals ever expected.
But she still remembered that twitching, bleeding flesh of those fur covered anthropomorphic messes. She remembered the early experiments with nanotechnology and how it didn't always end well, with the nanites uncertain where to stitch circuits and where to mend flesh. More than once the screaming horror scenes resulted in hours and days of set backs as the labs were forced to bomb the labs with high intensity electromagnetic pulses, just to stop the machines from taking the test subjects to the point of no return.
She looked back at Kazuma, opening a pocket portal with one hand and "sheathing" the dark blade back into its glass case. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he started growing back. They always grow back... She took one step back with her left foot, raising her fists, bent slightly at a 30 degree angle, then stepped into a fighting posture reminiscent of Ehsan Shafiq.
"That blade is nothing more than a glorified can opener. It was not meant for the likes of you. My Apologies. Now pull yourself together and get off your a**, and fight like a man, instead of a primitive crustacean."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 2:21 pm
Kazuma healed quickly. He regenerated his legs and the missing fingers of his right hand. A quasar-like, white particle beam fired off at Dysia's center of gravity. Responding to Dysia's challenge, Kazuma stood up. He walked to-ward his opponent slowly, noting her kung fu stance. Lifting his gloves up, he cricked his fingers, going for a two-eye poke using the index- and middle-fingers of his right hand on Dysia's right eye and the ring- and pinky-fingers of his right hand on her left eye.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 10:07 pm
As anticipated, her opponent regenerated. She realized it would have been an excellent time to run a deep scan of his tissues, but was too distracted by a marathon video file she discovered in her archives dedicated to Jane Austin themed movies. She loved comedy.
Suddenly, she was pulled out of her 19th episode by a colossally bright particle beam, striking her directly in the stomach. Her pain sensors went off the scales, and she supposed she would have forcibly projectile vomited if anything in her memory of eating recently had actually been real food. However, her pain editor was fully functional and she hadn't eaten anything prior to the cryostasis prison over a thousand years ago - standard protocol for all long term cryogenics procedures.
The particle beam would have burned a hole right through her normal clothing, and through her stomach and spine, leaving quite a mess, normally. But Dysia was far from normal. Her standardized uniforms included an antiballistic, armor piercing resistant material designed to shrug off all sorts of incoming high speed projectiles and redistribute the force like a parachute to the outside. Her symbiotic endoskin had a similar property simulated by artificial skin cells developed in her lab. The technology would have almost been impossible to produce, had she not accidentally, or fortuitously acquired an employee with a panache for putting down extra dimensional beings and keeping their exotic toys. In this case, a black spear that, as far as the lab could tell, could pierce anything.
Dysia tech scientists poked and prodded the material for countless man hours. But the real intention wasn't to duplicate the spear that her employee swore on his unlife came from something called a nightlord, but to create a fabric it couldn't penetrate. After the first antiballistic war coat went to market for eastern european warlords in the Balkans, she shipped the research over to her fledgling biotech division, Envirotech. She loved that fledgling little proxy company almost as much as Omegadyne Neuralware, her representatives in virtual space - a bunch of black ice transhumanists obsessed with surpassing the AI singularity by creating a collective intelligence network, or hive mind, that went on to compose all her software, corporate black ice, and interface programs for the engineers, including the Envirotech nanobiotechnology experts that designed the bio-cyberware they patented under the trademark "Symbiots". Inevitably, Dysia herself became a test patient for the antiballistic endoskin modeled on the exotic molecule fabric intended to stop that black spear...
So here she was, well over a thousand years later, being struck by a particle beam, a hybrid energy-projectile weapon not unlike a tight beam of alpha and beta radiation. She should be worried. She wasn't. The impact was sudden, the ripple of thermal redistribution across the planes of her jacket, shirt, and skin created a loud thunderclap, the air visibly distorting for anyone capable of perceiving anything other than that blinding quasar like flash. Her myomer reinforced back muscles contorted while microscopic nanites fired off long thin lines like rock climbers and started towing in the offset disks and bones.
As Kazuma stood up, he could see she had visibly slid back two meters, but her feet never left the ground; instead scraping the ground like a steel plate pulled by a tractor. Her deformed lower torso was sorting itself out like a squashed clay figure played in reverse, while her Kung Fu stance remained locked. By the time he lifted his gloves up, it looked as if she were merely relaxing after sucking in her gut, the dull ember glow of her fabric fading to neutral.
Behind visored eyes, she watched him crick his fingers, and then slam them into the mecha grade ballistic glass. She couldn't be certain if he was going to break all of his fingers, so to be sure, she suddenly ducked as his fingers came in and attempted to headbutt his fingers before he could smudge the surface of her visor. As she snapped her head back from the highly probably improv collision, she brought both fists in sideways for a double pressure point jab to the muscles of his arm, slightly askew, trying to crunch and dislocate his radius and ulna at the elbow joint.
As her perched fists retracted from that attempt, she brought them back in for an attempted double grapple tuck and pull, leaning forward into him and applying pressure from above in an arc toward her still warm navel, trying to pin his hand and bend it at the wrist between the top of her cleavage, just below her collar bone. As she leaned in trying to pull him inward and jerk him downward, she brought up her right knee like a jack hammer to a center point between his throat and jaw, then accelerated the pull on her right quadriceps to transition her attempted knee to the throat into a second kick to the groin, using the momentum to also push her self backward and falling back into a new defensive posture.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2017 11:31 am
The steel- rod-like fingers of Kazuma's right hand slammed in-to Dysia's bullet- proof-like glass pane, rebounding off the glass pane only to be caught in Dysia's cleavage, double-punched and contorted in multiple directions at once. The knee to Kazuma's throat was intercepted by his armor, as well the two kicks to the groin by his body suit. Dysia slid back. Kazuma pursued her like a raging bull, charging to-ward her almost recklessly. He threw two punches at Dysia's temples, using his golden right glove first, against her left temple, followed by his black glove second, against her right temple.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2017 6:41 pm
Kazuma was turning into a real disappointment, but she appreciated his bravado, and willingness to sacrifice wit and strategy in favor of a full frontal charge. As he came in, readying a staggered double fist strike, she fluidly merged into his momentum, doing a backflip handstand twist, wrapping her mecha level myomer muscled legs around his chitinous gloved arms and shifted her hips, crunching down with the force of a hydraulic car crusher, legs like adamantine pythons. She tucked half way and vaulted, attempting to launch his presumably broken body through the air and nailing her own landing for an Olympic 10.0, before turning to bow for the crowd...
She was moderately perturbed that there were no audience members in the stands. All that wasted effort. Energy that could have contributed another milisecond of thrust to one of her space planes.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 4:05 pm
As Dysia wrapped her legs a-round Kazuma's arms, crunching down on them in an attempt to break them, Kazuma reversed the effect using his Effect Reversal skill, which allowed him to 'reverse' the position and nature of a physical attack on his person through physical contact. In trying to break Kazuma's arms and throw him in-to the air with her legs, Dysia would, or should, find her legs contorted, and her body hurled to-ward a shadow rift in outer space that led to the Alter dimension. Mean-while, Kazuma released the energy stored in his right gauntlet point-blank in the form of an energy beam. He looked bored. Although Kazuma was quickly losing interest in the fight, he quickly shifted his attention back to the present moment, and Jennifer Dysia.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 5:28 pm
Jennifer Dysia had never directly fought reality distorting alien beings before... that's what androids were for. As she had wrapped her legs around Kazuma, attempting to throw him, he, in turn attempted to reverse the position and nature of the physical attack.
As she was launching through the air, imperceptible to the local timestream, from her own perspective, she rewound time like an old VHS casette recording. Sailing backward through the air into Kazuma's grip, then activated the slow motion rewind and hit record in her neural net.
She then played the recording back and forth for weeks, running deep scans on the spacetime and local dimensional interface of Kazuma's reversal. She then paused the entire effect and transferred the scans into a virtual simulator she had previously used as the VR auditorium where she watched 20 seasons of Doctor Who.
She then let the internal Cluster Matrix of her plasma nanites to run the simulations until they were able to replicate the effect, then she instructed them to create an interference field using the baseline replication, and ran more simulations, while enjoying a fine virtual tour of Seven Wonders, a theme park famous for its 7 course meals.
When the bell dinged, in her virtual - augmented reality display inside the virtual theme park sitting inside the restaurant "program compilation complete", she waved a virtual hand dismissed the virtual reality theme park and re-entered the virtual space of her mind.
"Run Program..." She said, inside her head in the temporal stasis.
As Dysia wrapped her legs a-round Kazuma's arms, crunching down on them in an attempt to break them, and Kazuma reversed the effect using his Effect Reversal skill, which allowed him to 'reverse' the position and nature of a physical attack on his person through physical contact, and in trying to break Kazuma's arms and throw him in-to the air with her legs, Dysia would have, or should have, found her legs contorted, and her body hurled to-ward a shadow rift in outer space that led to the Alter dimension, except something went wrong... Dysia reversed the effect using an improved version his Effect Reversal skill with an extended duration, which allowed her to 'reverse' the position and nature of a physical attack on his person through physical contact, and additionally, In trying to break Dysia's arms and throw her in-to the air with his legs, Kazuma would, or should, find his legs contorted, and his body hurled to-ward a shadow rift in outer space that led to the Alter dimension...at the same time an interference field swept over the area interfering with his own lesser effect reversal. Mean-while, Dysia realized the energy stored in her belly was running low, and signaled her right arm's communication device for a Pastry Chef. She looked bored. Although Dysia was quickly losing interest in the fight, she quickly shifted her attention back to the present moment, and Kazuma. Hoping he had more interesting techniques to steal and sell to the merchants of Galaxy 309. If she was really lucky, she wouldn't even have to dissect him, he would just keep showing off until he ran out of tricks, while she recorded it all, and laughed.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 4:26 pm
Kazuma soared through the sky to-ward a shadow rift leading to the Alter dimension. Stopping his ascent abruptly, he hovered in mid-air, preventing him-self from going in-to the rift. Using his accelerated-healing ability, he started to mend his broken legs, which began to crick back in-to place as Dysia bowed to the crowd. The tail-like whip on Kazuma's back acted like an anti-gravitational propulsion unit, helping him fly. He aimed his right fist at Miss Dysia, releasing a beam at her back that could obliterate the terra beneath her with a blast radius up to a hundred kilometers in width.
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