Geez3r Posted May 19, 2010 Posted May 19, 2010 ********** FIGHT 7 ********** [PLACEHOLDER TO SAY SOMETHING WITTY WHEN CONTEXT IS ESTABLISHED]
Dariusprime Posted May 24, 2010 Posted May 24, 2010 Fulcrum hovered on the far side of the arena and popped her neck. Unlike most of the other combatants, she didn't taunt or smack talk her opponent. Her game face was poker neutral as she calmly adjusted her gloves. Her feelings were a bit mixed about sparring with Mongrel Angel. Well, more technically, battling her in a semi-controlled environment. Practicing was one thing. Still she wanted to see of what the super heroine was capable. The multicolored wings pointed out the obvious reason they were paired off. Taking a deep breath, she checked her friend's readiness and yelled, "Ready, Mongrel Angel?" As usual she would have preferred using her real name, but you know secret identities...
Nyrath Posted May 27, 2010 Posted May 27, 2010 "I'm ready Fulcrum." Mongrel Angel replies. The purple haired heroinne would have been lying if she said that she didn't relish the chance to fight the much taller amazon. A small part of her wanted to tear Fulcrum to pieces, she squashed that hard. Another little voice wanted to get more out this in the way of physical contact, that one was merely locked up; it would be disrespectful to try and take advantage of this bout for such purposes.
Dariusprime Posted May 28, 2010 Posted May 28, 2010 Fulcrum nodded, seemingly oblivious to the angel's desires. Her eyes scanned the area beyond the wings. Instead of following her usual M.O., she zoomed to right and kicked up a trail of dust in her wake. The old van took a shin kick so hard that the remaining windows shattered and the body crumpled into a boomerang shape. The one-ton projectile spun through the air intent on slamming into the angel and smashing her against the arena wall. Even before van neared its apex, Fulcrum hovered high above the arena floor. Near the ceiling, remnants of catwalks and steel cables dangled uselessly. Over the course of the evening, a quick catalog had been taken of the available implements. To a normal person, an upturned van or length of six-inch-thick steel cable was practically worthless. To someone with super strength, they were the greatest of flavor.
Nyrath Posted May 30, 2010 Posted May 30, 2010 Ooh, instant karma? Alex was perhaps a little slow in getting out of the way of the fast oncoming ton of steel various other materials. As it is she get clipped kinda hard on her right shoulder, but it's not enough to really slow her down. Leaping into the air the dark angel quickly runs through her own options. Lacking her opponents prodigous strength she settles for a fairly simple blast of holy light and flames.
Dariusprime Posted May 31, 2010 Posted May 31, 2010 The flash of holy fire washed over the giantess and forced her to shield her eyes. The blazing light reacted with something just above skin level, and when all was said-and-done, Fulcrum emerged unscathed from the arguably very powerful attack. Some of the surrounding metal wasn't so lucky, and little globbles of molten metal dripped from exposed beams. Glancing down at Mongrel Angel, she reached into the ceiling debris. The high-pitched squeal of metal tearing followed. The woven metal fibers gave way like putty, and Fulcrum ripped loose a 30 foot length. Weapon in hand, she zoomed around the perimeter of the arena and cracked the cable like a giant's whip.
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