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Rioushu appeared with Gatz at the stands of the arena, not looking all that comfortable that Gatz's arm was still on this shoulder, but he did know that something good would come of their ideas. "Alright, we're here, now, what's your idea?" Rioushu asked.

Mitsotsu closed his eyes in concentration as the hand tightened around him, and in an ill advized move, blocked out everything around him as the pressure on his body increased with the hand squeezing around him. Come on... His skin picked up the slight rise in temperature, but his eyes just closed tighter. Just a little more... As the cyclone began to form and rolled towards him, his body screamed for him to act, the pressure building and building around him. ... THERE! Suddenly there was a loud *BANG* and the aura that had surrounded him in his initial transformation had reappeared, rising above the stone hand. As the cyclone touched it, the endless blackness of the aura seemed to absorb the whole of the flames before forming and leaving Mitsotsu standing atop the closed stone hand.

He tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck many times before popping his now dislocated left shoulder back into place. "Damn... Gotta work on that one a little more. If you hadn't taken so long thinking up that stupid name, you would have actually gotten me bad... Now, I seem to have taken something from you, so I'll let you have it back." Mitsotsu raised his gun that was now glowing red, bracing himself for what looked like would be a lot of recoil.

"Bazuka Barrage!" Three explosions sounded as three large fireballs spiralled toward Quint, leaving Mitsotsu's gun back to the normal (though now steaming) black.

((Hey Quint, there's a 99% chance I won't be on this weekend (all Friday through Sunday), got an anime convention to go to! ^_^ But I'll make sure I get in a reply on Monday, just thought I'd give you the heads up.))

In reply, Gatz reached up to grip his own head by the hair, then pulled. His neck suddenly dissappeared with a slight pop, leaving his noggin swinging from the end of his hand.

"... Well, I just did half the work for you," the disembodied head said with a smirk. "Think you can still carry out the rest of that threat?" He gave Rio a kidding wink. "I mean, I already have my head up my arse enough as it is in the metaphorical sense, so it might be a tad more difficult than you'd think."

"So, you plan is to make a copy of her 'computer', eh..?" the entity asked. Gatz let go of his head, letting it slide down one arm and across his shoulder. "Well, good luck trying," he said, rolling across his back. "You'll definately be needing it, considering that's fairly impossible even by my standards. And pretty useless, too, since it wouldn't have a connection to the greater system which actually does all the work." Gatz's braincase rolled down his other arm as he continued, stopping when he lifted his left hand up and gave it a slight toss.

"Then there's the fact that if you actually did suceed, the Powers That Be would boot your arse so fast--" The entity caught the head on the end of his finger, giving it a few quick strokes of his hand. The noggin stared revolving around the digit, like a basketball.

"--It'd make your head spin!" Gatz cackled at his own horrible pun as his friend watched on.

Laughing a bit to himself, Quint found his theory inconclusive, Mitsotsu opting to use a barrier to snuff out the attack. He found himself hating the gun his opponent used, it not only passive-desructive, but the fact that it was a cross, today's symbol of one of the largest religions. Quint wasn't a fan of religion, disliking how it was almost everywhere.

Using that anger, Quint clenched both hands, his two fists meeting at the chest. Mitsotsu's Bazuka Barrage raged towards Quint, he standing still, seemingly solid.

First fireball. It careened, twisting to his right, batted skywards with his left, arm stinging from shoulder to fingertips. Mitsotsu's second was handled in a similar fashion, backhanded with his left, flying towards the stands.

His third left Quint with a single option in his mind, one he took quickly. Rearing his head back, Quint clenched his eyes, gritted his teeth and headbutted the fireball with all his might. This turned out to be a bad idea as the ball bursted, Quint blasting away, skin skidding on the floor once he landed. He got to a knee after a couple moments, a noticeable burn on his forehead, scrapes and cuts upon his body from the marble ground.

Still his smile stuck. Staggering to his feet, Quint taunted, hoping to get the response he wanted. "How about you give me something of yours this time! My own attacks barely hurt anymore!"

He 'proved' that by bringing his hands up, bouncing off his toes and resuming his old boxing stance.

(( Didnt finish it cause either my friend saved over my data or my memory card got lost. I remember someone doing storm waltz and prelude to battle but forgot their name.))

(( I dont know how to add to this RP unless I walk over to the stands and just watch from there.))

As the hail of bullets whizzed past his body, Quint stood still, eager to see what was next. Before he could even blink, Mitsotsu was within a foot, his knee vying for his face, gun looking to be going a mite farther south. Both of these attacks came quickly, but without truly disabling Quint, he was in a good position to counter.

Feeling that he shouldn't take another blow to the head Quint lurched forward, passing underneath his knee strike, but ended up receiving another blow to the head from the gun's butt. This stunned him a bit, but not enough to cause him to forget his range, Quint then pulling one of Mitsotsu's legs down so that he could grab him at the waist.

Once that was done, he hissed into the trapped man's ear. "This is true strength." An amazing grappler, and very powerful, Quint was able to preform a belly to back suplex, it followed by another. His third was delayed by an action to move over his opponent's body, Quint's ankles now at Mitsotsu's head.

Breathing somewhat heavily, he began a spinning pile driver, both men twisting at takeoff and return. His first was short, he only rising a few feet, but the second was a different story. Leaping to a height of almost twelve meters, they would both be a while before a craterous impact.

((That would have been JR, but yeah, it was an attack with a whole bunch of lightning fast punches followed by a charged up one and the "Come on, come on, Come On, COME ON! NOW DIE!!!" was his dialogue and one of my favorite attack lines in the game. Anyway... Yeah, sorry Caliber, I guess I kind of jacked your RP. sweatdrop Wholehearted apologies, to be sure.))