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A radio blackout started up once more, the giant screens set up for announcements starting to go haywire in time with the disruption. Lights began flashing on and off in a pattern of increasing spaz inducing patterns. The great screans altered to show a single face in gunmetal gray that looked to have been plastered on the screans. When he spoke, the radios and announcement system spoke for him, "Bow to the marvel of the technological genius, The Wizard of the computing world. Know defeat at the hands of Zero Cool. R-bzzt-r-bzzt-Rise up, and C-bzzt-bzzt-ch-ch-ch-bzzt-CHEER!"

At the northern gates a surge began as a flashbang was overloaded, detonating with unstable force that produced little more than a flashy lightshow that pulsed spastically. Through the sporradic flashes a slender figure could be seen, clad in a loose fitting black shirt and a pair of sweat pants. A black beret sat loosely on his misshapen head, a surgeons mask hiding his face as if he were frightened to breathe pure air. At his side he carried several bioelectric energy cells, five to be precise, but one was not what it seemed. He also carried what looked to be a collar with a computer cable attached and a small pistol that looked much like a toy, but didn't seem to fire bullets.

The eyebrow of the hacker rose, his skin straining across his face at the simple motion. He wasn't aware of having killed anyone's master, or very many people at all recently for that matter. Hell, most of the people he killed were based around hacking rival or those who thought he needed to die for his exploits. He shook his head and unholstered his Pulse Pistol, a low hum beginning to fill the air as it charged up. The weapon itself seemed to draw energy passively off of his bioelectric field as well as charge from the sun's rays. He could, of course, actively feed the weapon to increase the charge, but that would reduce his overall field strength and take away opportunities to use his various biomods.

Why didn't he move towards his opponent or fire at him? Pfft, he dislikes front line combat...and his weapon isn't ready.

As Shouyin crossed the distance Jason's left leg slid back, his body sliding into profile against the sword wielding foe. Though Shouyin would likely not notice due to the distance, Jason's clothing would not rustle at his motion, hell, he didn't seem to be making any sound at all. The rather comical and toy-like Pulse Pistol was raised while the men were still some twenty feet apart. It seemed rather odd, his unwillingness to move, especially when it looked as if he was nearly against the wall as it was. While Shouyin spoke a nearly inaudible ding accompanied the end of the weapon's charge time, and with it the end of the humming.

Pale light flicked across his steel grey eyes as targetting systems began coming online, a combination of computer software and biomodifications able to alter the placement of his aim through subtle shifts. These shifts were made by the computer system directly tapping into his nervous system, processing his motions, and correcting the human error. The action was simple in its elegance, his form correcting itself as the Pulse Pistol was fired, directing a blast of some undesignated energy at Shouyin's chest. It seemed almost like a high voltage electric shock, but the energy was not electricity at all. While it had the ability to disable mechanical systems not protected from exposure, it was almost like a plasma rifle against organics. More of a burn than a shock, really.

The enegy pulse seemed to split down the center in two different ways, one passing along the axis the blade cut while also splitting as if it were tearing itself in half trying to keep going when it could not. The blade would receive a powerful electric shock that was indeed electrical in nature while the rest blasted away to wash over Shouyin with likely little effect due to his armored body. Heightened reaction times had the hacker moving in time with the samurai as he moved off to his own right. When the blade moved up to remove Jason's hand from his body Shouyin would find no bite to his blade. The hand would be missing from the location, swept up and back away from the strike.

Then the more important thing would be noticed. Not just the hand was missing, but the man himself was gone as well, some sort of cloaking field now in effect. A sudden burst of motion would send his body darting up by some incredible burst of strength. No sound was made as he kicked off the walls above to land some considerable (30ft up and then 60ft away towards the west) distance away, the sand kicked up by his landing for a moment before he was on the move again, heading straight south.

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Movement ceased and as sound had already been dealt with all that was left was the roar of the crowd. The announcement screens would begin to go haywire once again as the loudspeakers began belching static. The static would quickly escalate to an earsplitting scream that echoed through the stands and sent many spectators running to get away from the offensive noise. Down within the arena the scream would only get louder as it ressonated and echoed off the walls, though it seemed like something within the arena was aiding the scream, too hard to pinpoint amongst the ruckus. Still shielded by the cloak a small device would crawl out of Jason's skull as he waited for Shouyin to draw closer for a better shot. The man was around thirty feet away at least, much too far for the shot to be as unexpected as he liked.

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