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Clump... clump... clump...

The dull sound of footsteps hitting whatever the ground around here happened to be made of. Out of the purple mist, came Silver, his hands in his coat pockets, his head down cast.

He was wearing a rather odd outfit, appearing to be what people in the 80's or early 90's might have thought what people several decades into the future might of worn. The most noticible aspect was the red jacket, everything else was of little consiquence.

Stopping several meters away from Dash, he looked up, and a small scar could be seen running down the right side of his face, just to the outside of his eye. His emerald eyes gleamed in the dull light, cast from who knows what in this place.

"Deathblade... so you're still alive..."

Silver smirked.

"Tch. No body asked you to show up naked. But very well, lets get on with the show..."

Silver removed his hands from his pockets, and in his right was a large cross-shaped gem, red like a ruby, with 4 smaller spikes sticking out from the bottom.

"TEK..."

He flicked his thumb and pinky fingers outward, causing the smaller spikes to flip outward and upward, activating the crystal and causing it to take on a more 8-point star shape.

KA-SINK KA-SINK

At the same time he threw his arm up into the air over his head with the crystal, as it began to emit a bright red glow.

"SETTER!!!!!!!!"

Silver was surrounded in the red light as it formed a protective barrier around his form, taking the same shape the crystal had. Energy began to flow from the crystal and envelop him, the power of it shredding the clothes he had been wearing into nothing. Still, a few strategicly placed shadows maintained his decency.

The viewer would see the crystal shaped light shoot off the ground and fly up into the air. Within, glowing red lines that traced where the armor plates would be started to form at Silver's chest and move outward over his entire body.

Just beyond his hands and feet, glowing white energy disk would appear, and slowly being to move over his limbs, materializing the primary layer of mostly crimson armor in it's wake, the 4 of them converging at the center of his body.

The camera would then cut to several different angels as the "cooler" parts of the armor materialized themselves out of crimson glows all over the primary suit.

Starting at his legs, the knee caps were shown, winged armor plates appearing over them. Then up to the waist, where a samurai armor-esque bladed skirt would form.

Cut to the arms, where the "gauntlets" would appear, with a large gem on the back of the hand, and a sharp, menacing blade jutting from the elbow. A clentching of the hand into a fist would lock the arm armor into place.

The, the shoulders, where already large protrusions were for shoulder pads, suddenly began to glow and were replaced with a much larger set of dual-layered wing-like pauldrons.

Finally, Silver's head was shown, still completely unarmored but the red plate lines running over it as well. First, the visor appeared with a red flash, then the rest of the base of the helmet materialized around his head. When that was done, a yellow jem appeared on the forhead section, before a crown of one fin that shot straight up and curved back, and another to each side, with two smaller inbetween the main three appeared. From behind, an armored sheet shot down and curved around to the front of the helmet, causing it to also somewhat resemble samurai armor.

"TEKKAMAN-"

Almost done now, he held out both hands infront of himself as ribbons of red energy begin to fly forward from jems on the shoulders and form the staff of a polearm before him. He wrapped his fingers around it as it appeared with a flash, and he began to spin it around before whipping it down and out to his right side, a mighty curved scythe head, much larger than would be conventionaly found on such a weapon, coming off the end of the pole.

The crystaline energy shield shattered, and the now fully armed and armored Tekkaman struck a pose in mid-air as the background flashed behind him, a single red eye glowing in the right side of the visor.

"SCYTHE!"

Scythe continued to hover in the air, kept affloat by his own maneuvering jets that were found on the sides and back of his torso. The single glowing red eye within his visor narrowed in amusement.

He raised his weapon and took hold of the lower end of the staff with his left hand, holding it across his front with the forward pointing blade aimed at Deathblade.

As his opponent neared, his thrusters flared up, and he quickly shot to the left, hoping to avoid the charge completely.

As Deathblade passed, Scythe let go of his weapon with his right hand, and swung it out to his left side. He turned back and extended his right arm torwards Deathblade, angling his hand down. From the jewel on the back of the gauntlet, a small, crystaline grappling hook like object shot forth attached by a mono-filiment wire that would have otherwise been invisible if it didnt glisten when the light caught it.

He aimed to wrap it around Deathblade's foot, and then he would then grab onto the wire with is hand and use it to swing Deathblade back around and into the ground.

"HNGH!"

Clever. With Scythe having attached himself to Deathblade, there was no way or time to out maneuver the shield. He halted the swinging motion and and jerked his right arm back and up infront of himself to block.

The shield was pretty big, so there was alot of momentum behind it. There was a heavy impact between it and Scythe's arm, sparks flying everywhere.

"GRAH!"

Scythe was sent flying backwards, his thrusters adjusting and leveling him back out before he went too far. He threw his right arm back down to his side, visible damage clear on the forarm of the gauntlet. The cystaline hook, having partially been controlled by his will through the armor, had unwrapped itself from Deathblade's leg and come snaking back to dissapear within the jewel once more.

"Hmph. You're just as troublesome as ever."

It was a mystery how they comunicated through the helmets, but his voice was loud, and had a sort of echo effect to it that came with wearing the armor. Deathblade would be able to hear him clearly from down below, though they were far apart now.

The glowing red eye in Scythe's visor widened.

"You fool."

Deathblade had caught him off guard by using his Voltekker so early in the battle. As far as Voltekkers went, whoever fired first usually won because of the charge time the weapon system required, and the only way to stop it was usually with another Voltekker. Scythe, however, had something else up his armored sleeve. The energy weapon was fast, so he had to act quickly.

He spun around in mid-ar so his back faced Deathblade and the on coming attack, and his boosters flared up, causing him to shoot up into the sky with a glowing crimson jetstream. Farther and farther away he flew with the huge energy beam closing in from behind.

When he was just a bright red spec in the sky, the beam finally caught up, and they appeared to collide. A huge spherical energy blast resulted, filling the sky with blinding light.

...And Lazenca was there, yawning and picking meat out of his teeth.

"What now? Who now?"

[it's the void... and it's always seen as an inconvenience. i post as such... as if i really don't care, just because laz is all "i reeeeally don't wanna be here." especially since he's always in the middle of or just finishing eating when he ends up here.]

The grey mist swriled around both of them, as if the land itself told him that these were the next two to fight. And Laz was a bit annoyed. "You're blind... why are you here?"

And then to answer his question, "Lazenca Miranda. Nobody you'd know, probably."

"I was eating... I just finished, anyway." He sighed. "I didn't mean to extend annoyance to you. The... atmoshere is gathering around you, showing that you're my opponent until one of us drops. But... you're blind. I don't think it'd be fair to fight a blind man."

Well, he knew about Zatoichi and all. But one rare case of super blind greatness, among many who were pretty good while blindfolded? The option was this man's, to fight. "If you accept... realize that this plane is like a dream, so I'm much less inclined to hold back. If this is your first time here... then even with death, you'll return as you left."