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genessia2015-04-15 10:49 am
psychic_supremecy) wrote in genessia2015-04-15 10:49 am
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It had been a fairly slow day at the Colosseum, most matches going as intended, accolades were won, money changed hands in the stands, nothing too major seemed to be happening. That is, until someone not on the match schedule simply appeared in the middle of the arena floor. All attempts to move the cloak-wearing figure had ended when fighters ran into an invisible wall surrounding the figure. Some attempted to throw their weapons at it, only to have their weapons turn in the air and fly back at their masters.
The cloak wearing figure said nothing, made no attempts to attack any of the other fighters for the moment, and simply stood there like a statue. The crowd quickly became restless, more and more fighters coming to aid the others in attempting to remove whoever was in the cloak until what seemed to be a gust of wind burst from the figure, sending all the fighters crowded around it flying backward. And then finally a voice seemed to echo from nowhere throughout the arena.
"I had hoped there was one here that could at least entertain me. It would seem I had overestimated the quality of combatants here."
A deafening silence settled across the stands for half a second until someone in the stands called out a bet saying their favored fighter could move the figure. The roar of the crowd returned and the rest of the day's fights had been cancelled until someone could move the cloaked being.
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It was an ordinary day in the Colosseum, but then the strange hooded figure appeared. Karla watched as the fighters tried to remove the figure, only to be repelled at every turn. As impressive as the sheer power was, she wasn't all that impressed.
Then the audience started clamoring that she could be the one to move the hooded figure. Karla just shook her head. For all her strength was considered "inhuman" by the audience in Elibe, she was still very much human, and her sword was just a slab of sharp steel. Who was to say that her attacks would have a different result from what she had witnessed?
The cloaked being was clearly offering a challenge. Normally Karla wouldn't refuse, but she wasn't a fool either. Attacking this figure would be like attacking a wall. He may have a challenge in convincing her to fight.
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For his part, Mewtwo wasn't paying much attention to the crowd. They were just a distraction. Every sense was focused on the warriors surrounding him. One rather large brute attempted to bring his axe down on Mewtwo's head from behind. However, a swirling ball of purple-black energy formed at the end of the cloak's sleeve before a single fluid motion served to backhand the brute and send the ball of energy into his chest, carrying him into the nearest wall with a rather loud crashing noise.
Of course the movement had unintended consequences. The wind had caught the cloak just right and a pale purple tail could be seen for half a second, making it very clear that whatever was wearing the cloak was not human.
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Curiosity took over as she pondered over the purple magic.
"A shaman?" she wondered aloud. "No...more like a druid..."
The tail she might have spotted, but didn't think much of it. This certainly wouldn't be the first non-human figure she's seen in this place.
When the thought passed, she turned away slightly with a sigh, still pondering. Should she fight, or should she go? Logically, she had no reason to fight, but still...the urge was building in her blood.
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As time passed, it seemed the cloaked figure was growing bored. It was letting fighters get closer before being launched into the nearest group. One fighter was plucked by his ankle into the air and swung around like a bludgeon at other fighters. There was one, however, who taunted the figure verbally, confident in his speed and ability to dodge. In response a halo of what appeared to be stars, shaped as if taken straight from a children's book formed around the figure, and launching themselves at him. At first it seemed the man was correct, deftly dodging their first assault, but the stars swiftly turned and darted back at him. The man attempted to outrun the projectiles but they dogged him at every turn until finally crashing into his back with unerring accuracy, leaving the man bruised and spooked.
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"Stop!" She yelled at the fighters.
With an exasperated sigh, she stepped forward, stopping in front of the cloaked figure.
"Enjoying yourself, are you?" She asked innocently.
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Mewtwo turned his head slightly to the side, glancing at the newcomer out of the corner of his eye as he brought his device up closer to where his mouth should be before speaking through it.
"Hardly. I came to find a challenge worthy of my power. I should have known I would not find it."
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"Hmm...you're probably right. So why linger? You weren't exactly on the schedule today anyway."
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The true answer was that he was painfully bored and meditating in his cave was growing tedious. As much as he scoffed at the attempts to combat him, he found some amusement in it if nothing else.
"This place is said to be a place for warriors. It may be a vain hope, but I had thought to meet one such warrior. Instead, all I've found thus far are brutes and buffoons. What about you?"
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She then sighed. "But if you really wish to challenge me, I won't refuse."
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"I am not blind," came the reply. Many of the fighters were confused to the response but were quick to anger when he finished his statement.
"To imply you were of the same caliber as these buffoons would not only be giving them undue credit, but insulting your own abilities."
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Unable to resist her curiosity and thirst for the challenge, Karla casually drew her sword and brought it down by her side.
"All right, you've convinced me. Shall we begin?"
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As Karla draws her sword, Mewtwo's stance changes slightly. While he could rely on his telepathic bursts to knock away the fools that challenged him before, he could tell Karla's speed and strength would make her a harder target to hit. He was already taking this a bit more seriously than the other fights, just hoping he would not be disappointed.
"At your leisure."
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Finally, she exhaled slowly, letting go of any fear, and rushed forward, aiming a fast diagonal stroke towards her opponent's body, realistically expecting it to fail.
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Steel, one of the few types of attacks strong against psychics. The stubborn nature of metal had always resisted psychic assaults, and the amount of pressure applied to a single line like a sword's edge was enough to cause most psychic barriers to give way. For all his strength, Mewtwo was not exempt to this natural weakness, much to his dismay. While he dispatched the other fighters, they had never come close to his barriers, but Karla's speed was on par with his own and caught him off guard.
He had to raise his arm and lean into the shield for a moment, keeping the blade at bay as a blue aura spread from the point of impact before he spun, attempting to simultaneously avoid the blow and pull Karla off balance as small shards of purple energy flew from the sleeves of the coat. While his Psystrike was conjured of his psychic energy, the projectiles reacted as physical objects as they shot forward.
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When the purple energy shards came, Karla dashed to her right to avoid him, running a quarter circle around Mewtwo, before charging at him once more, aiming another slash towards him.
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This time, Mewtwo didn't bother with a barrier, opting instead to simply fly backward a small way before sending a swirling vortex of purple energy erupting from the sleeve outward.
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After recovering, Karla rushed him head on again with an upwards slash.
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Mewtwo attempted to erect a barrier in the blade's path, but could not strengthen it enough before the blade cut through it, actually cutting the cloth on his cloak and revealing pale purplish skin beneath on his arm.
He slid backwards a way, not moving, almost as if hesitating to continue now that his disguise was damaged.
After sundown
There still seemed to be quite a number of people around when she meandered through the halls and out into the stands. Her dark cloak earned her the normal number of looks. That didn't interest her. What DID interest her was if Mewtwo was still around.
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He was indeed still there, with the unconscious forms of a couple dozen regulars of the Colosseum scattered throughout the arena floor. Only one remained on his feet, and he was currently running for his life from a handful of what appeared to be projectiles shaped like a child's interpretation of stars. No matter where the man ran, however, they followed with unerring accuracy until finally he slowed enough that the attack caught up with him and hit him multiple times, sending him tumbling to the ground, motionless like all the rest.
Mewtwo was still standing at the center, motionless save his head turning beneath his hood, seemingly searching for an opponent.
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Either you're bored, or you're starting your career in comedy. Either way, I might end up laughing too hard to stay standing! Her mental voice was meant only for Mewtwo but she wasn't exactly shielding the words from any with a talent for telepathy.
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While he didn't exactly count Bridget as a friend - heck he didn't count anyone as a friend and Maka was the only person he actually trusted - the presence was not unwelcome. That said, the eye rolling was almost palpable in his reply as he rebuffed yet another assault with comic ease.
I came in an attempt to hone my abilities, and find someone or something that could provide me a challenge. Instead, I find buffoons and bravado that could not weather even a Dunsparce's tackle.
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That day, things got a little more...interesting when he came to watch the fights. This new challenger seemed to be running rings around his opponents by simply standing still. How interesting...! A smirk came into the City Guardian's face as he strode into the Arena.
"Hmhm, you seek a challenge, do you?"
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The form didn't move, standing still as a statue as the newcomer approached him. Mid-Boss would find no barrier stopping him as the other fighters. He was allowed closer. Mewtwo hadn't gotten a chance to really gauge Vyers' abilities, but he knew he wasn't human. Despite appearances. That alone made him an unknown value worthy of exploring.
"It is what I seek, but from my experience thus far, I doubt I will find it here."
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"None have been able to even touch me." Mewtwo was less than unimpressed by the pose, but he kept his composure for the moment, turning to face Vyers.
"Your titles mean little in this place, and only a fool hides behind such trivial things as words. If you're going to step into the arena, you had best be prepared for a fight."
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"Well then, let my power speak for itself! En guarde!" he announced, taking on a battlestance. Approaching him directly would probably be a reckless first move, so he instead struck out with a large ball of energy.
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The energy ball did do better than any of the assembled fighters had been able to do, causing Mewtwo to give a couple inches as it impacted his shields. However, a direct approach likely would have been much more effective, as the barriers he erected deflected all damage that would have been incurred. He countered by raising an arm, careful to keep the cloak covering his appendage as an Aura Sphere appeared before it and shot outward toward Mid-Boss.
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Mewtwo was indeed fairly quick for his size, but as the kick was launched, Mewtwo simply wasn't even there anymore, disappearing in a small flash and reappearing a few feet overhead. He didn't bother attacking again either, as the Aura Sphere made a quick U-Turn as soon as Vyers bolted past it, speeding now at the demon's exposed back.
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"That was uncalled for! Dishonourable!" he protested, slamming one foot into the ground as he activated his flight charm and leapt up to go after Mewtwo, aiming a flurry of punches and kicks.
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This time, two blades of purple psychic energy formed from within the sleeves, jutting outward. The flats of the blades blocked most of the attacks while the ones that slipped past were met with a barrier still lingering around Mewtwo's body. Once there was an opening, however, Mewtwo would shoot the blades out of his sleeves like projectiles, aimed for Midboss' chest.
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