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Genos' first reaction was to start the fight early! Orange light ran up his arms to his shoulders and chest, lighting up lines on his chest. In just a second he was giving off an impressive amount of heat but a moment later it clicked and he was already starting to cool. Plates of metal that had lifted slid back into place as he looked the hardsuit over.

"Fight? A spar?" That was one thing to get a real smile out of him. "Let's go."

"I hear there's an indestructible arena in Attleton," Priss agreed, "let's go test that claim, shall we?"

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Getting to the arena was uneventful, if a little amusing considering part of it included a bus ride. Priss opted to sit down on the back-most bench of the bus, where the seat was the sturdiest.

She kept her visor down, and ignored the odd looks the hardsuit drew. Priss was used to it.

"So, where's your core?" Priss asked once they were there, stretching her arms over her head as they disembarked. "So I don't crush it." A valid concern when dealing with the suit that had been made to do exactly that. "...Or anything else vital I should know about besides your head."

"My chest," Genos replied, tapping the slotted chestplate that covered his core. "Anything else can be repaired, aside from my head if it gets blown off. Is there anywhere I shouldn't hit the hardsuit?"

Considering the suit was protecting a very squishy human, it should be fully armored, but he wasn't going to take a chance on that.

"Maybe don't go full-throttle on my helmet," Priss said after a moment of thought, "I could handle it getting nailed pretty hard in a real fight, but the risks just aren't worth it for a spar. Like the visor getting shattered and going into my eyes, or something... I don't know how hard you hit, yet."

She walked toward the arena, the hardsuit making that peculiar noise it did with every step. Nested muscle myomers weren't silent; the suit wasn't built for stealth.

"Hard enough that I doubt the visor would stay together." It wasn't him bragging, even the hardsuit would have trouble if he had a chance to go all out on its less protected areas. "Is there anything special to this match or just until one of us is pinned or surrenders?"

"I'm willing to test that theory at some point, when I'm not in the thing," Priss was curious about how much force he could pump out. "Pinned or surrenders works for me."

They were in the arena now, and she gave him some space before turning to look at him. The tilt of her head was even more obvious with the fins jutting off the helmet. "By the heat readings that came off you when I surprised you, I'm guessing you spew fire or something. Don't worry about that; the suit took re-entry through the atmosphere, and that's pretty hot. If I have to tap out, I'll say as much."

Genos nodded, neglecting to mention that the force behind the fire was just as dangerous as the fire itself. The suit should be able to take it, if his observations were correct. He didn't have the arm upgrades to do the worst of the damage he could do anyways.

Speaking of fire, now they were getting ready to start, he was heating up again. The orange light was less dramatic this time but he was prepared.

"Ready?"

Priss wouldn't be too surprised by that fact; she'd faced fire a time or two. And satellite lasers, and rockets, and tubes full of lava...

The hardsuit had no cues that it was readying, because it was always ready. Priss crooked a robotic finger at him. "Let's dance."

Genos didn't need much prompting. He launched himself at Priss, only aiming to test the resistance of the suit with a single punch for now. Last thing he needed was breaking his hands on the thing. As much shock resistance as he had, he couldn't say for sure how tough this suit really was. This left him open and he knew it but he was ready to dodge. Could she move at his speed?

Holy shit he was fast. Priss twisted so that the blow glanced off her side, but didn't stagger. All that weight was good for something! She spun, lashing out with a kick, the thrusters on her ankle fueling the motion.

Genos would have turned for another hit but- no, he couldn't afford to take many hits from this thing! He darted out of the way of the kick, fire spewing behind him from the thrusters on his shoulders, and skidded to a halt several feet away. His first hit had done nothing, he'd try fire next, but he needed to keep his distance for a few seconds while he ramped up the heat and power to attack properly.

Priss couldn't keep up with that speed and knew it, but like hell was she going to be a sitting duck. The Knight gave chase, the big thruster on her back and the two on her hips assisting in almost catching up. She was pretty fast in a straight line; it was his maneuverability she couldn't match.

"Who told you you could be so fast?" Goddamnit! He was like a C-Class but without needing any momentum built up!

Genos didn't reply, this was already too close of a match to get cocky. He had no element of surprise, no real build up time. He grimaced as, again, he had to turn and dart out of the way. With how she moved, there would be little way for her to nab him while he was on the move but there came the tricky question of how he was supposed to hit her like this?

He skidded to a halt and immediately whipped around to release a massive gout of fire in her direction. It wasn't the strongest he could do but it could end most demon level threats, it might do something.

Priss swung at where he'd been a fraction of a second ago, and caught nothing but air! She spun around just as the fire hit, and the shockwave that accompanied it, and even her heavy hardsuit was suddenly airborne without her permission. Shit!

She turned the momentum into a series of flips to slow down, digging shallow trenches in the dirt when she finally slid to a halt. On her feet, but he'd gained all the distance he could possibly need for whatever he had planned.

Her suit's surface steamed from the heat, but she barely felt it. Not compared to the sting of reopened wounds inside the suit. That made her smile grimly behind the visor; it just wasn't a real fight without some pain.

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That went better than Genos had expected and gave him the time he needed to launch the real thing. The heat itself didn't do much, but he could really sent her flying if he got a good hit on her. Plates of armor shifted, revealing several more outlets for fire and he turned it on her. Smoke vented from vents along his arms and shoulders and his eyes gleamed a bright gold as he unleashed another blast of fire, the heat and power behind it enough to turn stone to ash.

Okay, that one sent her flying for real, and Priss cursed aloud right before she hit the Colosseum wall. It crunched and caved behind her back from the impact, the Knight very nearly sent through the thick stonework.

The suit was steaming liberally, but Priss got up. She put her feet to the wall and launched herself at Genos with all the speed she could muster from every thruster the suit had, treating the horizontal gap-closer like one of her hundred-foot leaps into the air. This was a lot faster than she'd moved before, but it only worked in a straight line. Was he able to dodge quickly enough after such an expenditure of power?

One way to find out!

Unfortunately for Genos, he did need a moment to recover from an attack like that and her speed did not give him that. At best he could aim a kick for her before he was tackled with a grunt and a scrape of metal. The thrusters on his back kicked on as he tried to push her back before he was slammed into a wall or something. He couldn't take a blow like that as well as she could!

Priss was definitely the tank of the Knight Sabers. Throw her through a skyscraper and she came back fighting twice as hard as before! The kick glanced off the rounded surfaces of the hardsuit, earning a quiet "Oof!" but not stopping the tackle from happening.

His back thrusters could slow a speeding train; Priss' could hold her aloft. It was quite the face-off of different worlds' tech, but her aim wasn't the far wall. No, it was the ground, and she angled her still-firing thrusters accordingly, the small jets swiveling smoothly within their mounts.

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Genos' thrusters didn't have as much directional control as her's and he had to quickly retract them to avoid dragging himself across the ground. Close up she had the clear advantage, he didn't even have enough room to punch her. As a last ditch effort he kicked up with both legs, hoping he could push her off and get some distance again.

The kick nearly worked, but Priss twisted in place and held onto his torso with both hands. She responded by climbing onto him outright, legs clamping down onto his sides and one fist cocking back for a blow. The plate holding the small circular bumps dropped down over her fist, one of the bumps raising, and she punched the ground beside Genos' head.

It was half a second before the explosion truly registered, all the force going down and then out instead of just out. The thin layer of 'ground' between them and the crater crumbled and sent them both into the new hole in the dirt, Priss staying on top for the drop.

The dust hadn't even cleared, and her fist was cocked back again!

Genos stared up at her for a second, eyes wide, before he glanced over at that fist. He hadn't expected a single hit from the suit to have that much power to it. If he was clever about it, he might be able to get out of this position and continue the fight but she'd made her point. If she wanted to do real damage, she could.

"I yield," he said, if his inaction wasn't enough of a hint.

The second bump that had raised up popped back down, and the plate slid back as Priss relaxed out of the impending punch. "Good fight," came the modulated voice, and she climbed off before offering a hand down. In the suit, she could help him up with ease. "I had no idea the nickname was so accurate, sunshine."

Genos took the hand and got to his feet. It was a nice change to fight a serious threat and not end up torn to bits! His shirt was not so lucky, both torn up along the back and distinctly crispy. He ripped the rest off and picked a seared scrap from a joint in the metal of his shoulder.

"You mean the fire? Why else did you decide to call me that?" He crossed his arms, already cooling down considerably. Fight over, there was no need to maintain that.

"You mean besides your bright and sunny personality?" Priss asked, amusement obvious even in the modulated voice. She released his hand once he was steady. "Have you seen your eyes? They're a brighter gold than gold gets. I didn't know about the fire yet."

He looked a lot like a C-Class boomer with his shirt off, it was a bit eerie.

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Genos shook his head and made for the exit.

"It's a more flattering nickname than Demon Cyborg." He didn't feel much one way or another about his hero name. Still, it wasn't the kindest description.

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