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On second thought....

It didn't take long for Snow to realize that the opponent he's fighting against is either a seemingly all-powerful god, or damn close to being an immortal god. People these days...and he always has to find himself winded up in some fight against an almost immortal.

Shoot.

Taking a few strides to the right, Snow circled around the opponent's left slightly, and increased his speed at a moderate pace. Keeping the shield to the left, even though it would be hard to break through that shield, the opponent wouldn't be able to reach him that far to the left with the shield in the way. But nonetheless knowing that the opponent can just rotate his position, Snow continuously went in an arc to keep himself at the opponent's left, looking for a way into the defense and to strike a critical blow or a hard blow that could knock the opponent off guard.

If there IS a weakness...that is.

The left blade skidded along the ground lightly while he continued the circular pace, semi-consciously drawing a circle and keeping his body at a well defined rate so that if - by any chance - the opponent charges suddenly, he can pull himself back immediately without problems.

Because, Snow knows, that his only advantage against the opponent is currently speed. He's wearing armor that's more refined and lightweight in material. Judging the opponent's approach...

In a sudden dash, Snow dashed in an right arc aiming right for the opponent's massive shield, ready to perform his first strike.

((My apologies. sweatdrop Snow's personality is often sarcastic, and he's been fighting a lot of people who had laughed and spat at his mortal state...so he's a little irritated from the constant defeats now and then. xp

Wait. Harbinger is slow on movement?? Wow. This might be the first time in a long time I can fight with some logic now. I had fought against a giant some weeks ago that moved damned fast with poisonous, rigged armor and weapons fatal on contact, leaving the ground defiled and fatal to those that cross it, defying all sense of logic...and he still said his character has a weakness...

Well enough of my ranting...your armor wouldn't by any chance be rigged, would it?))

Raising the left blade as the weapon hummed across the split air, Snow lowered his body a tad bit to increase his speed as he zoomed right for the shield in an almost suicidal attempt. At once as he got to a feet or so away from the massive shield, he grabbed his own scabbard which dangled smoothly near his right hip and impaled it to the ground, using it as a breaker -- a means of drastically changing his path course like side thrusters on a shuttle, for example.

Aiming further into the opponent's left region, Snow quickly pushed himself away from being in range of the opponent's sword before pulling the scabbard out of the ground and reattaching it to the hip cloth. At the same time, now attempting to use the opponent's massive size and relative slow movement, he gave a quick left dash again to the opponent's behind during the recoil and gave a firm downward diagonal slash at the armor near the back left torso during his run, wanting to see how strong the opponent's armor is first of all. If it's able to be dented or scratched, then Snow has a chance in perhaps fighting against this opponent.

However...

Having a brief flashback of a similar opponent from some months ago, Snow wondered vaguely if the armor is rigged, for the last time he fought someone this huge...
The armor was literally booby-trapped from top to bottom. The last time he got close to such encounter, he had nearly lost his entire left arm, lung and a portion of his left shoulder due to the damn traps that shot football sized spikes right into Snow in close range...

How he had survived is a miracle, but it's a good thing there were healers around during that match, or else...

Perhaps this opponent would be rigged as well, but Snow is taking caution into his attacks for the moment.

((Sidenote: So...what's your armor made of exactly?))

((Darn it!! Gaia ate my two page post!!! scream ))

Be warned that even though Harbinger's armor is much stronger than any known elements found in nature, it doesn't mean that Snow's weapons weren't stronger or weak enough to be ignored. On the contrary, after being defeated so many times, Snow had learned it the hard way -- updating his equipment when necessary.

The katana he has now in his weaponry is not made by normal means. With the core composed with a form of element termed Diamond Nanorod, it's sheer density, flexibility and durability by itself is made to withstand sever impact and stress, while keeping the weight down significantly in standard. Folded repeatedly in a very old technique, the Nanorod element builds off of its own condensed format, increasing the lethal power of the katana by twice its original factor if it were just developed in normal means. That is the core. The outer shell around the core is wrapped repeatedly with Carbon fibres, with reinforced plastic added to the chemical composition. Interwoven around the core, this element helps keep the weapon wear resistant as well as bolster its tolerance to extreme pressure and force -- a much better means due to its strong chemical bondings as a silk type format.

This keeps the katana light...
While also making its power especially deadly against many known forms of metal.

The armor is also composed of a similar composition and interwoven features as mentioned some posts before, but, unlike the weapon itself, which is thoroughly bonded, the armor is loosely configured in the event of emergency, in which each section of the armor is graphically connected, building off of each section's strength and durability while regulating the damage through absorbtion and dispertion technology - primarily located near the chest and the spinal cords. This means that any strong or massive blows to one section, no matter how dispersed or concentrated it is in force, the armor can absorb the blow a bit and disperse it around the body, reducing the initial damage drastically and also keeping the impact relatively loose to not harm the user within the armor.

And this, cost Snow a fortune of money and blood, just to get the right things from the right areas...

But back to the topic.

Realizing briefly that Harbinger's armor is much stronger than anything else he's ever seen -- considering the fact that even his katana, a weapon that can chop through almost any sort of metal easily can only give the opponent's armor a brief scratch on the surface -- Snow had held the blade loose, so it did not fall from his hands as Harbinger would've liked. From the corner of his eyes, as Snow registered the enemy's armor ability into his mind, he wasn't really surprised that Harbinger used the shield as the attack, since Snow did, after all, kept away from the enemy's sword, not knowing enough detail to fight back aggressively. Taking a jump into the air, Snow stretched out his left leg and had it aimed right for the shield as it slammed into him heavily. Using the already stretched left leg to first cushion his body and follow Harbinger's continuous left turn, Snow then bent the leg while at the same time grab hold of it with his right hand, clinging onto it like what a kitten would do in desperation.

Using that split instant of time when the opponent would be having a look of 'wtf' on their face, Snow gave another slash with his blade at Harbinger, this time aimed for the nape of the neck from his current positioning and trying to see if he can cut through the armor there from the rear.

If possible.

((I was told by Tacman that you could fight you, Chrjo. o_o

Since you were all "I can fight two people at once" 'n' stuff.))

With a raucous stomping, Warlord Steve, Conqueror of Realms, stepped in. And with his mighty right hand, he thus drew forth a mighty bolter, and with his mighty finger, he mightily placed it in front of the mighty... trigger.

And then, with his left hand, he grabbed his large unfoldable weapon, which was an axe, broadsword and sickles and lots and lots of throwing... stuff.

And with his large vocal cords stretching and vibrating as he spoke, he said, "I am Warlord Steve, Conqueror of Realms, Enslaver of Races, the Stareater, the Shaker of Worlds, the Overlord of Death, the Fearsome Beast. And I have come to kick a** and take names. 'k? 'k."

Then his 12 inch claws slid out of his fingers, the vibranium-tungsten-fullerene alloy humming slightly from its rapid unsheathing.

((Ack! Skewered by my own blade? Oh noes! gonk And no, you don't suck -- you play realistically, much better at it than many others. >_> ))

Not really expecting that Har could maneuver the shield that quick, Snow underestimated the opponent's reaction as the shield went up and blocked his viewpoint, forcing him to withdraw his slash by flipping the katana over to its sides. That way, both the dull and the lethal edge of the katana is facing vertically in proportion to Snow's body, allowing Snow to avoid his own attack being backfired onto his chest.

And he was so close too...
But at least he knows that there is one weakness near the back neck for this mighty opponent, this Harbinger...

Reluctantly, Snow can't stay suspended in air forever, and as the opponent shoved the shield right at Snow, he also forced Snow to be thrown back a good distance as a result. Snow's blade was layed flat against his chest, so it didn't cut into his own body as Harbinger would have liked to hear.
Not the type to leave his opponent free without returning some 'presents', as Snow was being hurled back from the shield shove, he grunted a bit, clenching his left hand and suddenly chucking four bundles of needles - 8 needles in each throw - right at the Harbinger's neck and shoulder joints. Most of them would just bounce off the armor, yes, but all of them were given a small lining of spider silk -- not very sticky, but enough to stay attached to an object once its airbone.
The attack is very ineffective, yes, but if Snow can just get one of the needles within the armor...
And, if the opponent decides to use magic in the later fights, the needles just might be useful as a defensive measure if that were to happen.

He finally skidded to a halt, landing some meters away from Harbinger's massive throw. Flicking his blade out, Snow again realigned it at Harbinger's throat before shifting to a side stance, readying his blade in a defensive measure.

He shall wait and see the result before judging whether it's too risky to attack now, or such...

So much for sheer force against force. With physical attacks now a main problem, Snow complentated the thought of using more arcane methods to beat through the enemy's armor, or, perhaps strike again at the weak points.

So far he has discovered a weak spot near the neck, and surely the lower hips behind the back has a weak spot as well -- located near the connecting armor of the torso to the thighs. If he can just stab right into the narrow opening...

If.

That's the problem. With Snow having speed at his advantage, so far he has not been able to land a blow because of the opponent's quick response time. Apparently, even those massive weight on the armor isn't enough to cause discomfort...
What about stamina? Is the opponent prone to fatigue if Snow can tire him out from moving around too much?

....No. Not a good thought. Then again....

...

Snow sheathed his blades back into his scabbard, flipping the scabbard's location in his side hips to the back hips this time. At a cross, both of his katanas were now angled outward, close to Snow's grasp and also able to be quickly unsheathed in a dagger like hold if the problem presents itself. Currently then defenseless without his main armament, he slapped both hands together as a few number of needles popped out from the casings located near the gauntlet, feeding him the projectiles with obvious ease.

If he can't use the blade in close quarter combat -- the sheer size and defense of the armor hinders his ability -- then he could use projectiles to attempt to locate other weaknesses on Harbinger's body. Therefore he wouldn't have to try to commit suicide everytime he gets close to the massive giant, and can also observe from a range to make sure he's kept back from the sword on Harbinger's range.

Hopping twice into the air lightly, Snow seems to be attempting to relax his muscles as he then suddenly bursted out once more at Harbinger himself, going straight for a crash directly at Harbinger's chest.

Or he seems to. The needles were tiny, and therefore it was almost invisible to the enemy's perception as Snow prepared to launch a volley by crossing his hands together in front of him, readying for the attack....

((Sorry about the late reply -- Had my birthday over the weekends, and the University got in the way. >_>; ))

((... yeah, I need to check on this more often. >_>))

Thumbing flicking the bolter to the four-round burst, Steve whipped the large gun towards Harbinger and slammed the trigger, and with four consecutive door-slam bangs, four .75 calibur tungsten bullets rapidly ejaculated from the barrel, and then in mid-air propelling itself faster with rocket propellation.

((Is propellation even a word? <_<))

Then, with a bellow, with charged towards the one he had fired at with speeds only describable as a blur, and prepared to gut him like a fish if the bolts missed.

((Er, Steve, I brought Rynn here for a reason, but eh...))

The Harbinger needed to only turn his helmet a little bit to make the needles clang off of the side of his helment and he quickly turned his face back to watch what was going on. What he would see would be a newly air-borne Snow sailing up and soon-to-be over the Harbinger.

((Propulsion, I think))

However, at this point before Harbinger could react or Snow could execute his attack, the Harbinger was nailed from the side with an a**-load of force and fire, sending his large-a** self flying to one side and away from Snow, who would find himself floating helplessly for a moment and right where this Steve was rushing towards.

The Harbinger stood up as quickly as his beast of a form could and he looked irately at his new enemy. His armor was blackened even more and was mighty battle-scarred looking right now from taking the hits.

The Harbinger was pissed- and the faint grey outline that was extremely hard to even notice around his being was the manifestation of this pissy-ness it seemed. In truth, he was about to transform, however, he could control it for a while. It's one of those things that is spurred by adrenaline.