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Post by HyperGFreak on Sept 6, 2007 9:38:07 GMT -5
The MIE, by now, had figured out the futility of trying to overpower Rygama in sheer melee. This meant that it, simply, needed escape tactics, preferably sooner rather than later. By means of retaliation, it swiftly scanned through its arsenal, and discovered that most means were out of the game due to the fact that Rygama’s head was not near its face level; rather, she was using it to demolish its abdomen.
No matter. If she wanted to do that, then it just showed that a second utilization of its earthquakes was in order. Without waiting for Rygama to get any deeper into it, the MIE lets loose with a second earthquake, translucent walls of energy rocketing out of it. Being at point blank range, and once more being exposed directly head-first to it, Rygama is smashed away and low across the ground, tumbling head over heels and crashing through a variety of buildings, all of which turn to dust in her bulky wake. She also happens to wrench the current chunk of the MIE in her maw away with her, but that wasn’t much of a problem, as there was barely any chest fluid left in the first place.
Having completely floored twin circles of city now, the MIE observes Rygama. Despite the overall thickness of her skull, the sheer force smashed into her head-first had smashed up her face with tons of concussive power, pretty much turning the upper part of her head into a purplish mush splattered over exoskeleton, more bits and pieces trickling down into her jaw, looking like a Ry smoothie made in a crappy blender. By some miracle or sheer luck, or perhaps just Arena rules, she’d avoided having skull fractures.
Ignoring the fresh claw marks on its arms from Ry’s assault, the MIE simply opens fire with everything once more, aiming for Rygama’s face again.
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Post by Monster Master on Sept 10, 2007 21:00:47 GMT -5
2 more posts each.
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Post by Bio on Sept 11, 2007 7:59:28 GMT -5
With a quick bend of her knees and an immense leap, Rygama was in the air again, charging forward again. The intense wave of ordinance seared by, nearly scraping Rygama's belly as she closed the distance to the M.I.E. in an instant and pounded a claw into its upper spine, momentarily bending the android's body forward as the flying monster did a one hundred eighty degree turn in midair, spinning to face the M.I.E. from behind. Without waiting for it to respond, Rygama sank her claws into the android's sides and hefted it up into the air with her, clenching her arms around its waist and applying as much pressure as she could manage. Once sleek, hard armor now crumpled in her bear-like grip. Finally, as a precaution, Rygama's jaws closed around one of the machine's distinctive spike weapons, attempting to crush the irritating weapon into oblivion.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Sept 13, 2007 9:24:21 GMT -5
Even as Rygama puts her big freaky mouth around the MIE’s shoulder spike, attempting to cause extreme damage, the MIE locks its hands together, the blade coming out a second time. It could have fired its shoulder beam directly into Rygama’s mouth, possibly having a chance to punch out through the top of her head and brain, but there wasn’t really much left of her face in the first place after its last attack.
Even as the damage being dealt to the spike increases, and the MIE grows to a weight more befitting its size, the mech takes advantage of its robotic ability to lack joint constrictions and maneuvers, rotating its arms back over its head while locked together, and over Ry’s neck as well. The end result has the MIE’s double-sided blade behind Rygama’s back.
Its cameras turning back to focus on the events unfolding behind it, the MIE once again begins to rotate its blade, faster and faster. Spinning like it had all the previous times, the greenish weapon begins to hack open the Queen’s back like an emerald propeller blade, starting up at the neck between the shoulder blades. The exoskeleton is penetrated and thrown aside alongside a mass of flesh, but the MIE isn’t done yet. The two are locked together already, and Rygama is already starting to pretty much demolish the spike. Allowing the rotating blades to pick up speed, it drives its weapons deeper and deeper into the flesh.
Next, the MIE slowly lowers its hands, the vortex of hacking pretty much slowly by surely stripping all semblance of outer exoskeleton from Rygama’s back, chopping it up a good twenty deep meters into her back and shaving off stuff. The blade starts up at the top of her back, ripping into it with a gusto normally thought only to apply to living things, as her back essentially disintegrates and flies away in grayish and purplish bits. Then the MIE lowers its meat grinder down her back, doing the same thing down its length and stopping about ten meters from her tail, where its arms can no longer reach.
In Rygama’s mouth, a spiderweb of cracks spreads over the already weakened fiberglass, bits and pieces of it crumbling off and falling into Ry’s clenching maw. However, the price for this is high, as her back is now devoid of pretty much anything, violet-hued innards heaving as exposed to the open air, some of them sliced a bit by the blade, if they haven’t already been. By some miracle of nature, all her bones have escaped destruction, though in some cases white spine shows through.
The MIE calmly relinquishes its lock and turns off its blades, swiveling its arms back over her head and splaying its palms, “little” finger forwards, a small greenish film coming out of each tip, ten in all. The wrists of the mech then begin to swivel, faster and faster, until Gigan the ref watching the fight nearly shits himself, as he of anyone really knows what hell on earth is going to happen next...
((Go ahead, take the spike, auto that part. It’s not like I’ll have time to use them anymore...))
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Post by Bio on Sept 14, 2007 8:40:41 GMT -5
With a loud crunch of metal, the massive, spike-like weapon gave, and crumpled. With a great heave, Rygama ripped the appendage right off the machine, yanking her body away from it at the same time. There was a distinct akwardness in her gait, as her mangled carapace doubled as a discombobulated spine. Dropping the severed member, Rygama lunged, swinging the entirety of her upper body around and into the M.I.E.'s upper back, bashing the titanic android away with all her might. Its form was yanked off the ground and sent flying hundreds of feet away, face-forward into the distance. Rygama took a step back, ready for whatever it had been planning.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Sept 14, 2007 22:38:12 GMT -5
The mech took the slam in its stride, ignoring the gaping hole Rygama had just smashed into it with her assault. Even so, its roll to reduce the damage still had it bouncing and tumbling willy-nilly through rubble, though it did finally end up on its feet, hands still prepared for the attack it had been planning.
Cameras on its shoulders took aim at the spot where one of its fiberglass spikes had been. Shards of it still remained, albeit very little of them; the majority of broken pieces had been lost while it flew through the air. The mech bent its knees, wrists still turning here and there, fingers twitching as if they were ready to go and get Rygama right here and now. Despite that, its gravitational manipulation had been greatly hindered by the loss of one of its weapons, and so that strategy was out of the question. Time to improvise.
Just as it had done to Gigan ages back, only with a twice as much sadistic fun this time around, it sends its wrists to swiveling and spinning at the speed of an eggbeater or something of the sort, both of its hands transforming into energized disc saws, as if it had Gamera pinwheels on its hands...only on steroids.
Rygama is ready for anything that comes, but so is the Enforcer, and it is ready to improvise at will. It begins to charge, looking for all the world like a pissed draconian bull, head forwards, stance semi-slumped with saws in front of it. The next moment, the saws begin to let loose with a monolithic storm of greenish crescents, dozens upon dozens spraying out of the saws as it charges. The half-moons fill the air, semi-translucency becoming a thick green as they fill the air, so many being fired that they coat the entire area in front of the MIE, a veritable storm of hellish energy.
Even this many scratches would be an impediment to the might Queen, but none come near her. With an exception of one or two close calls, Rygama has no need to defend against this threat, as the storm clears around her, smashing into the ruins around her and throwing up showers upon showers to rubble, more passing over her head and greenish blasts filling the area around her. Ry may be near impossible to hide from, but in this case the flurry of energy had merely served as a smokescreen.
Coming in at full speed, the MIE leaps forwards, weapons out, one leg brought up with knee bent and a second still stretched flat out, the tail flying behind it as it rams both of its weapons into Rygama. With dozens of miniature swipes cutting into her per second, the saws rip through her, arches of green energy occasionally passing out her back as the twin spinners dig through the two sides of her chest.
The momentum of the machine manages to slam Rygama into the air as they fly near parallel to the ground back a few four to five hundred meters, Rygama lifted by the sheer force. It isn’t as high or far as normal, due to the loss of the spike, but it serves its purpose as the MIE crashes down, knee on top of Rygama’s chest, sawing weapons finishing up their job as it brings its palms together. The results of this involve the twin saws rapidly joining each other in the center, dicing, slicing, and julienning what remains of her chest, sending a storm of violet bits into the sky. By this point, Rygama’s chest has a ginormous crater in it, barely nothing of it left and only thin strips at the side to keep her frame intact.1
The MIE hasn’t escaped this unscathed this time either, though perhaps practice makes perfect. Its cameras inspect the damage and run it through as it lifts its hands off of Ry for a second, even as it prepares another attack. It hasn’t lost any hands this time around, though some of its fingers are AWOL. Both of the MIE’s birds are still there, and it considers giving Rygama double barrels. The AI decides that even with her surprisingly communicative history, she probably won’t get the reference, and decides to continue mindlessly attacking, hoping to get at least one more hit in before Gigan calls the match. It pulls back, rolls its shoulders, and brings out both wrist guns again, preparing to shoot Ry in the face with twelve shots again.
((Heh. Very, very good, Bio. I should’ve fought ya before. The one guy who I can’t out-brutalize very easily. A great match, my man. Let’s do this again sometime...flippin’ Rygama is damn hard to stop...))
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Post by Monster Master on Sept 15, 2007 12:50:25 GMT -5
Match ends now..
And this is a toughie.. Both did some major damage to one another...
But I give Bio the win. You may finish at your will.
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Post by Bio on Sept 15, 2007 15:06:54 GMT -5
((Before I finish, lemme just say that this has been the most fun battle I've had here yet.))
A think tendril of drool fell from Rygama's bleeding maw as she gazed up the twin barrels. Whatever was about to happen, she would nave nothing of. A low growl foreshadowed her next move, and as the glow became visible in her fractured eyes, she lashed up with both hands, closing her claws around both of the android's barrels, gripping both them and the arms at once in her monstrous claws. Shoving her weight forward, and with a single tension of her muscles, crushed the offending appendages utterly, cracking fiberglass, twisting metal and mangling joints. With a loud groan, the arms gave way, and Rygama yanked her hands back, ripping the arms right off the android's body!
With a loud, invigorated roar, Rygama dropped the arms and took a step forward, forcing the machine a step back. Without letting up, Rygama lunged, forcing her claw between the M.I.E.'s legs, gripping the torso, while simultaniously cupping her other hand over the mangled neck. With another great thrust, she clenched her arms towards one another, instantly forcing an impression into the metallic frame. Roaring loudly again, Rygama forced her arms even closer together, inciting a loud groan from the metallic mass. With a final cry, she brought her arms as close together as she could manage, literally crushing the android's torso where it stood. Rygama hugged the mass close to her torso, continuing to apply pressure, forcing the machine into a titanic ball. Rygama dropped what now ammounted to a giant metal wad with legs and a tail growing from it. As it toppled onto what was once its back, Rygama bent down and continued her assault. This thing was as tough as her. She would make sure that it didn't get up. Even as the legs and tail continued to twitch, the mechanisms inside struggling to revive, Rygama grabbed hold of one of them and bent it over the front of its torso, crushing the appendage against its own body. The other leg lashed up, attempting to bury its knee into her abdomen, but Rygama quickly grabbed ahold of that too, twisting it around the mangled mass, putting it out of commission too. Repeating the process with the tail, Rygama hefted the now torso-size metal wad into the air, drew her arms over her head and hurled the mutilated android into the distance with all her strength. The giant mass of once proud space-age technology sailed over Gigan's head and splashed down into the bay with a massive surge of water.
Rygama leaned back and roared into the sky, sending splash of blood and drool into the air. She pounded one claw against her mangled chest, then the other, relishing her victory, ignoring the searing pain that now coursed through 97% of her body. Lowering her head, she gazed into the city around her. Ordinarily, she had a policy against making a meal of humans, out of respect to her late friend, but at this point, she was ready to make an exception. She had lost a LOT of mass, and now she was hungry. With a trickle of drool falling down her soaking wet maw, where once she might have simply left the city in relative peace, she would now need to raid its stocks for food. A low whistle excaped an unnatural fracture in her respiratory system, as she dropped to all fours and began to scout the rubble for bodies.
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