[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjExNi4zMDQ2MDEuU205dVlYTWdUR0Z1WjJWeS4wAA,,/ferrum.extra-condensed.png[/img] [h3]VS.[/h3][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LjA4MDhhMS5TMnhoY21FZ1IzSnBiVzlzWm1SdmRIUnBjZywsLjE,/runytunesrevisited.regular.png[/img][/center] [center][@Savo] [@KaiserElectric][/center] [hr][hr] Honestly, he thought the break until the next match would last a little bit longer, but eh, he had to adapt. Staring at a passing restroom, he pondered on if he should go into one of the stalls and make a double of him to assist the other Nomads. Jonas frowned as he trudged on, his eyes eventually breaking from the entrance. As much as he wanted to, a passing contender could possibly figure out his skills and later on turn the tide against him. Yeah, not taking a chance there. Unsurprisingly, there was the same torrent of fighters that rushed and dragged him forward, albeit with a somewhat weaker flow in the mix. Thoughts invaded his mind over whether or not he should better cleanse his knife as it wouldn't be very sanitary if he just left them this way. Pulling out one of the five knives he rushed on, he gingerly stuck his arm into his satchel and procured one of the rags. Ah, ol' reliable number thirty-nine, how you would be useless soon. Whistling as he slowly polished his blade, he felt someone bump his arm again and winced a little when that resulted in his thumb being accidentally cut. Oh no, they injured him, how ever would he be able to participate in the tournament now? Chuckling at that minuscule and stupid thought, he made sure to completely clean the knife before setting it back into the sleeves of his coat. Shoving an arm into the bag once again, his eyes distance themselves around before noticing a familiar face near the back of the group. The giantess. Welp, now was his chance! Forcing himself against the current, Jonas made sure to gently apply the bandage with a few seconds before holding his hand up. [color=598527]"Yo, Klara,"[/color] he shouted over the chorus of fighters and Nomads as he repositioned himself beside her. Looking up frozen Amazon, he gave her a quaint smile. [color=598527]"Glad t'see your face again; where'd ya run off to?"[/color] Despite his, erm, inherent friendliness, he did recall her sharp question over [i]what[/i] this partnership would involve. She was a little like Brenda, which means he was walking on eggshells. Hmm... how would he recruit her to the cause? [color=00aeef]"Ah, hello again Doctor!"[/color] Klara shouted back amicably, breathing heavily from her jog towards the match area. [color=00aeef]"Good to see you as well! Pardon my absense, the large man with the knife proved to be a good challenge."[/color] She gestured toward the tear on her top where the blade pierced her earlier now devoid of the unpleasant injury, laughing as she did so. Jonas eyed the tear in her clothes with a certain morbid curiosity. Staring intently at her chest before meeting her eyes, there was no doubt what he was thinking. [color=598527]"I'm more surprised you sustained a wound, let alone recovered so fast; how'd ya manage that? Was it a superficial cut or something,"[/color] he chuckled a little, though he was mildly curious if said knife was plunged even deeper in in contrast to his current thoughts. [color=00aeef]"It was no mere scraping, I can tell you that."[/color] Klara said proudly. [color=00aeef]"I was worried I would not be able to fight, but thanks to a fan of mine I am back and ready to prove myself again!"[/color] Klara internally debated calling the green-eyed woman a "fan". She had fans before, but most of them just fawned over her or gasp in amazement over the stories of her accomplishments. The green-eyed woman was different though, too methodical and calculating to be just a fan. Still, Klara didn't feel much like discussing the woman with Jonas, maybe because the way he methodically looked over her reminded her so much of the woman in question. A... fan, eh? Jonas raised his eyebrows as he glanced at her chest and back up at her. If this was as deep as she inferred it was, then this fan was definitely either a stalker or a Nomad. Glancing forward, that gave off the vibes that while this fan could be useful with their healing capabilities, he didn't know who they were. [color=598527]"Regardless of who they were, glad t'see ya back in the ring. Maybe if I finish up whoever I have to go against, maybe I can see how you handle things,"[/color] he kept smiling, changing the subject. [color=598527]"And then I could get an edge on ya when we do cross fists,"[/color] he chuckled as he whipped out one of his knives and twirled it around before cleaning it. [color=598527]"Or blades for that matter... after all, if ya know your enemy and know yourself, you won't fear a hundred battles."[/color] [color=00aeef]"You would make for a fine skarl, my friend!"[/color] As he spoke, he felt the sun beat down on the duo as they entered the roaring arena. Most people were heading to their respective arenas as Jonas stared at the big screen which listed who would be clashing with who. He kept his eyes peeled, waiting for his respective name to pop up. [color=00aeef]""It is a shame that the Dragon warrior was knocked out,"[/color] Klara mused, waiting for her name to pop up as well. [color=00aeef]""I would have enjoyed brawling with such a beast. Perhaps if I fight his opponent..."[/color] "Our next pair of fighters...." Andre shouted over the tummult of the crowd. "Klara Grimolfdottir, the Ice Queen of the North, going up against a man with only a title to his name, the enigmatic Doctor!" [color=00aeef]""...well then,"[/color] Klara responded cryptically, glancing towards the stage then back at Jonas with a look of anticipation and curiosity. [color=598527]"... huh, that's a lil' too coincidental..."[/color] Jonas tapped the side of his chin, staring up at the televisions as their name in turn appeared on the screen, along with their listed stage, which consisted of strange statues, a pseudo-fog enveloping the place, and rolling hills. Hm. While this was nothing to be really suspicious about, it was somewhat funny that both of them were to square off. Eyeing Klara for a few swift seconds up and down before turning back to the screen. It would of been inevitable, regardless. He would either of done battle with her in a future round or one of her opponents who knocked her down, but still... but still, but still... ooh, now that he thought about it, this presented a perfect opportunity to recruit her... If he could knock her off the stage. [color=598527]"Well, best we get goin', the tourney nor those goons are gonna wait for us,"[/color] Jonas took one step forward as he receded back a bit, arms shot up straight into the air as he stretched. [color=598527]"Time to see what we both are made of..."[/color] Klara followed Jonas into the boundaries of the arena, the interior obscured by etheral mist. As the cloud parted and closed behind her, Klara felt a cool temperate breeze on her face, different then the humid, warm winds of Rio de Janeiro. She was in a green field, its boundaries defined by ethereal smoke, almost like it had been cut out of a hillside with a burning blade and set in the center stage. Rubbing the residue of the clouds from her eyes, great white shapes popped into view, elegant columns, their sharp edges word down by time, human figures cut from great white stones in elegant poses, their eyes blank and featureless. Some held weapons or tools in their hands, others had their limbs or heads removed. [color=00aeef]"Impressive,"[/color] Klara mused [color=00aeef]""These organizers certainly know how to set up an arena, don't they...doctor?"[/color] Jonas had vanished in the time that Klara was looking over the area. Keeping her guard up, her gaze fell on the statue that was in Jonas' place. A woman with the lower body of a snake coiled around the base and serpentine shapes curled around her head, her mouth in a wide snarl. The ice giantess stared, finding something familiar in the statue's venemous eyes... ... Same procedure as before eh? Jonas just patiently observed the arena above as he circled it rather swiftly to reach the opposite end. From the looks of it from all the way down there, there was a sort of mystifying beauty to it - solemn green hills, but a nice little mist that seemed to block his visage of the battlefield. Musing over what they would prepare this round, Jonas reached the other side of the area and began ascending to his place in the arena. ... damn, this was really thick, he honestly could cut a piece out with his knife and eat it! Stretching a hand out, Jonas furrowed his brow as he brushed aside the ever present mist in this arena. Focusing, he decided to get a good glimpse of where her energy was. While this arena was cool, he did discover a large, ever present warmth emanating from the opposing end. Other than that, analyzing the battlefield was somewhat of a chore, especially with this creepy snake statue by him. His eyes drifted between the the statue and Klara's hot presence, pondering on if there were more of these things around they couldn't see. But for the most part, she had stopped in full silence. Her aura, her soul, he ki... it didn't move, as if it was affixed in one place. Frowning, Jonas tilted his head as he gave the same studious gaze to the fog before something tore between the white gloam of the arena. [color=598527]"Hey Klara, this would be a pretty nice lookin' place without the fog machines, wouldn't ya agree?"[/color] Those words reverberated across the arena as Jonas began small talking. The fight hadn't opened yet, so there was still some time to get the bet under way. As he shouted out to her, he kept his traditional, fabricated smile up to nothing more than the encompassing mist. [color=00aeef]"It looks like some sort of afterlife! But yes, the fog is an annoyance."[/color] Klara shouted back, trying to pinpoint where her opponent's voice came from. [color=598527]"Actually, I would describe this place as more of a... highlands area..."[/color] ... and yet she thinks of a graveyard for this arena? That's one way to describe this place as he was overtaken by the fog of the arena. As if he had a fake goatee, Jonas began stroking his chin, as if deciding whether or not to raise or check. Letting a knife out of his sleeve, he began tapping the steel for a moment before placing his bet. [color=598527]"Anyways, before the Announcer tells us to start, how about we spice things up with a good ol' fashion bet? High stakes, high reward; right up yer alley?"[/color] At this point, Jonas felt like a sleazy car salesman trying to pawn off some Honda that lacked the pieces that were advertised on it to some unwitting teenager. [color=00aeef]"A wager on the outcome? You seem eager to lose!"[/color] Klara boasted, only half-joking in her tone. [color=00aeef]"Is it about this group you're looking to build, Doctor?"[/color] Frost spread from her heavy footfalls as she charged up her energies for the coming battle. [color=598527]"I wouldn't be gambling like this unless the odds were most definitely in [i]my[/i] favor,"[/color] Jonas shot back, raising his arm up into the as he popped the knife back into his sleeve. Frowning, he put one hand on his hip and nodded to the nothingness. [color=598527]"Yes, it dooeess have to do about that... but it's more involved with [i]you[/i].[/color] He pulled his hand into a gun-like appearance, aiming at her presence amidst the field. [color=598527]"If I win, you join the group, no questions asked... I'll still explain t'y'all about the partnership I've conceived... on the other hand..."[/color] Jonas paused for a few seconds, tapping his lip before continuing on. [color=598527]"You win, I spill everything about myself; some things I wouldn't like t'tell anyone either... at least not at this point."[/color] He whispered the last portion to himself before staring out into the fog, awaiting an answer. It was a while before Klara responded. [color=00aeef]"Hmm, secrets are an interesting trade, and if my wolf friend is in your group, it sounds like it could be quite a spectacle."[/color] Indeed, she didn't know much about this group that the doctor had only mentioned briefly, but she didn't feel the need to ask the most important question to her; without a doubt, she would find many an opprotunity to test her skills against a worthy challenger! Her mind was set! [color=00aeef]"Very well, I will accept your offer,"[/color] Klara responded after very little deliberation. [color=00aeef]"To the victor, the spoils, as your saying goes!"[/color] Well then, this was working out more favorably than he expected, albeit too favorably... [color=598527]"Well, if anyone's gonna be spoiled, it's gonna be me,"[/color] he tossed a boast that was similar to Klara's tone right back at her as he let two knives swing haphazardly out of his left sleeve. Hopefully this wouldn't be the match where he displayed his full potential, but then again... hmm, nah, too risky, pluuuus... He moved closer to the statues, he inspected them much more closely and found something interesting about the statue. Inside its mouth, there was a camera that constantly rotated in a 180 degree angle. "Three." Interesting, but enough time for that. "Two." Backing down and into place, Jonas stared down the field. "One." ... let us open the game. Dashing forward a little, Jonas, with his left, tossed down two knives onto the grass. Both were embedded in with a single sliver of string tying them together as Jonas then jumped back, careful to avert tripping over it and threw three knives in Klara's direction. They were primed to miss, save for one that he aimed at her leg. One would fly past her left shoulder, the other her right leg. Klara was prepared for the starting attack, but his speed caught her slightly offguard. Briefly freezing herself to counter the knives flying at her, she quickly swung back and lobbed a ice battleaxe in his direction, stomping to summon an ice totem for cover from anymore knife attacks. [color=598527]"So Klareee-"[/color] as Jonas landed with the string still attached, he narrowly pivoted out of the way as a huge iceborne axe was hurled at him from across the stage. He swore over the action he heard a minor thunk as he... cripes... now what? Did she realize his knives were attached to some string? He felt the two knifes swing upwards and had no idea where they would exactly land... but ugh, was she catching onto him? As if cutting off the twine from a marionette, Jonas allowed the his fingers to be alleviated of the thinly veiled strings. Alright, Plan I was definitely coming to play next, but the inquiry would continue. [color=598527]"Anyways, Klara,"[/color] he shouted out, knowingly giving away his position as he drew two knives into his hand. [color=598527]"Are ya related to Andre the Giant or somethin', because with those looks, you are pretty massive."[/color] As he question the blue beauty, he immediately tossed the knives to his side as a back up plan, letting the tripwire settle in to the highlands. [color=00aeef]"Andre the Giant?"[/color] Klara repeated. [color=00aeef]"With a name like that he must be a fearsome warrior."[/color] In between the banter, Klara made a game plan in her head. The good doctor was slippery, and if she wanted to be competative in this game she'd have to keep moving. It was playing a little bit outside of her comfort zone, but what good was a fight without a little challenge? Placing a boot on the ice totem, she sent it sliding forward with a heavy push. [color=00aeef] "The last man I knew called Giant claimed to have torn the scales of a Frost Wyvern with his bare hands! An incredible tale!"[/color] ... ok, so both of em' were speaking about two completely different things. [color=598527]"I think we're talking about two different giants Klara,"[/color] he spoke back, drawing three knives from his left sleeve and two intertwined ones from another. [color=598527]"Andre had gigantism and was primarily an actor and wrestle- ok then!"[/color] Jonas shouted out as a giant piece of ice nearly body-slammed him out of the arena. If he didn't have the reactions he did now, nor the power, he would probably just be a bloody mess on the side of the arena as he dodged the attack, via launching himself right, flying over one of his three traps. Then as the totem passed alongside Jonas and moved behind him, it shattered into a humanoid form and quickly took on Klara's features as she relocated. And then, in an instant, that hot ki energy he felt was suddenly in front of him. It was like the wham sensation a person would get if the door was slammed directly in their face. Like a straight wham as soon as she appeared directly in front of him. [color=00aeef]"And you are correct: I am indeed massive, compared to you."[/color] Klara joked, charging in for a decisive grapple. From what he gathered, she teleported and closed the distance... and that block of ice... that was a catalyst... maybe. [color=598527]"Well, I'm going to be dreaming of big, beautiful women tonight,"[/color] Jonas grumbled as he analyzed her up to a certain point as she spoke. Well, before she decided to get "friendly" with him (he saw the look in her eyes). He was [i]not[/i] getting his ass tossed out of the arena this early and easily. Of course, as much as he wanted to give her the "oh no, panic" bs face, he had no need for such emotions. As soon as he saw the large lady start to topple, he withdrew his knives. The saying the bigger they are, the harder they fall would fit here, but that was way too friggin' cheesy. ... and of course, there was the fact that she was falling and he didn't want those lines to be his last thoughts! Death by snu snu was probably ok for other's, but nuh uh, not him. As she began to topple over, Jonas immediately pivoted out of the way as he felt a woosh past by him.... There was a crash and a cloud of debris as Klara plowed right into one of the statues, shattering the cheap plaster masquerading as elegant marble to pieces. Slightly dazed, the ice giantess slid to a halt to stabilize herself, feeling the fabric of the doctor's coat gripped in one hand. The doctor was remarkably light, she thought to herself as she prepared to hoist her opponent onto her shoulders and hurl him from the ring, but as the smoke cleared she got a good look at her quarry, or in this case the lack therof. She had not caught Jonas; only his rather nicely made lab coat. [color=00aeef]"Haha, almost had you didn't I?"[/color] Klara remarked with amusement, weighing the jacket in her hand. [color=00aeef]"It's a bit heavy, what do you keep in this, doctor?"[/color] ... great, there went his coat and his friggin' plans... as Jonas began to regain his balance from her blatant attempts to try and grapple him, he capitalized on what moments he did have. Shoving his foot, he quickly completed the roundabout as he spun and landed on Klara's back. [color=598527][i]"I'm gonna pray she can hold her breath just as much as a lightweight holds their beer."[/i][/color] Wrapping his arms around her neck, he brought the giantess into a choke-hold, putting pressure on her neck as he attempted to deny her oxygen. [color=598527]"An assortment of knives; originally fifty, added on over the years so I've sorta lost - hnng - count!"[/color] He shouted the last as he tightened his arms around Klara's neck. [color=598527]"Anyways, back on the subject of giants,"[/color] he grumbled as he grunted to keep control over the lady. [color=00aeef]"A penchant- ugh - for blades then?"[/color] Klara said, grunting as the Doctor put her in a chokehold. Not the most sporting strategy, but it was a strategy nonetheless, and Klara wasn't going to make it easy for him. [color=00aeef]"Not...bad...but what of giants?"[/color] she asked, still sounding amicable despite simultaneously being choked and attempting to throw him off of her massive shoulders. [color=598527]"Frost wyverns, blue skin, penchant fer the cold,"[/color] Jonas mumbled rather loudly to himself. [color=598527]"I'm guessin' that yer some sorta' actual giant versus a person who has gi-"[/color] his sentence was rather cut short by the enormous hands that began reaching towards Jonas. Without further ado, he decided to infused his teeth with ki and lunged at the closest hand. [color=598527]"NOM!"[/color] With one swift chomp Jonas bit savagely into her icy blue flesh. [color=00aeef]"[i]Sjettsjur![/i]"[/color] Klara swore violently. [color=00aeef]"Did you just...?"[/color] The ice giantess withdrew her hands and stared disbelievingly at the wound on her hand. [color=598527]"Pthew! Yeah, I did,"[/color] he said, sneering with a little blood on his teeth. [color=598527]"I know, people expect dinner first 'fore any bitin'."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Devious..."[/color] Klara remarked, relieved that she managed to get a little bit of breathing room as he focused on the bite. [color=00aeef]"Well if we are...hrrk...going in that...direction...allow me to retort!"[/color] Putting on a burst of ki-infused strength, Klara stomped the ground, causing a totem of ice to erupt right behind her, and slammed her back into it, sandwiching Jonas between ice and ice giantess. [color=598527]"GACKPTH,"[/color] Jonas cried out, grinding his teeth as he felt not only the sheer cold, but he was feeling that blow! Ouch! Like holy hell! Jonas redoubled his efforts and squeezed even harder to keep his grip. This... was really a stupid idea in hindsight. [color=598527]"Urp, 'm not... masoc... bleh... anyways, urgh, gigantism, y'don't have it, but I'm guessin' your some sorta giant?"[/color] [color=00aeef]"J-Jötunn, to be exact,"[/color] Klara replied, pausing as she slammed Jonas into the ice totem again. [color=00aeef]"Borne of the giant...Ymir....in Niflheimer,...glorious tale...surprised you don't know it...would have assumed... lineage to the Trickster..."[/color] Running out of air again, Klara drew on her ki to keep going and continue slamming her back into the icey obstacle, trying to shake the Doctor off from around her throat. [color=598527]"Arplp, urgh, y-you're speakin' of the Edda's, an' are ya-"[/color] before he could continue finishing his statement, he squeezed his eyes shut as he braced for impact, biting the bottom of his lip. While he was holding on tightly, there was no way in hell he could keep this up... unless... No, no, not yet... he had to hold out. Another sharp pain throbbed in his back, the icy cold sent shock-waves up his spine. [color=598527]"Ghkug, i-implyin' that I might be related t'one of the creatures Loki bore?"[/color] Now that he thought about it, he bent his head downwards as he stared at his pants for a few seconds before letting out another yelp as he was slammed into the ice. [color=598527]"Urk... w-well, I have one of Sleipnir's qualities, buthpth!"[/color] [color=00aeef]"I was more...complimenting your cleverness...not your lineage,"[/color] Klara gasped out as she slammed the doctor against the Totem again, this time drawing it towards her and shattering it to bits at the same time she struck it. [color=00aeef]"Did not mean to suggest you were... comparable to Sleipnir...not a mistake I would make, ha..."[/color] [color=598527]"AUGH!"[/color] He let out a ferocious shout as he was slammed into the ice, breathing heavily as he kept his grip solid. For a few second he was battered and motionless. Jonas kept his teeth clenched as his breathing slowly came to a halt. He winced, his back numb after that experience... but he was still smiling in the end. [color=598527]"Heh, w-well, I c-can safely say that th-this was the only t-time you [i]didn't[/i] make a m-mistake... n-no way that h-horse could c-c... huh?"[/color] In an instant there was a bloody explosion somewhere! Did a nomad bring an rpg with em or something and hit some of the audience members because there was a bunch of screaming echoing around him. And Jonas thought Andre was somewhat insufferable, urgh... ... and in an instant it turned out to be the opposite as he heard the cracking and crumbling of mortar behind them. And within a few seconds, the fog cleared, the means by which all was revealed... [color=00aeef]"By Odin's beard...."[/color] [color=598527]"What the hell..."[/color] At this point Jonas released his grip from Klara, falling to the ground and nearly stumbling over as he put one hand onto his knee, eyeing [url=http://pre08.deviantart.net/0df6/th/pre/f/2014/184/b/a/mech_001_by_andynd-d7p4zi7.jpg]the large mechanical monstrosity[/url] before them both. He watched as the arena was penetrated with more explosions as a bit of debris fell onto their platform, crushing one of the statues. Regaining his balance, he saw something through the broken holes in the stadium's heading - hundreds of other [url=http://pre02.deviantart.net/d131/th/pre/i/2013/186/8/2/ocr_hornet_by_andynd-d6c3co2.jpg]robots[/url] swarming into the arena like locusts. There were truces being settled between the other combatants in the arena as he heard the first shots... The arena was lit up with a blaze of gunfire as Jonas ruffled his hair. [color=598527]"Oh good... someone pissed off Mecha-Moses..."[/color] And with that said, the giant robot turned to face the duo... and began walking forward as it cocked its arm back and launched its humongous fist at both of the nomads. Incredulously, Klara began to laugh, her voice still scratchy from Jonas' attempts to knock her unconcious. [color=00aeef]"Ha! Just when you think things couldn't get more fun!"[/color] A confident smile etched across her face, she turned to look at Jonas. "We'll settle this later, then?" Jonas tilted his head a bit as he acted as if he was muttering to himself. [color=598527]"I guess we will."[/color] Before the fist could make contact with Jonas, Klara slid into the robot's path and froze her arms in a defensive block. Steel crunched against ice as Klara strained to maintain her footing, the frost on her arms spreading to the hands of her steel enemy. Looking like she was already having the time of her life, a flash of inspiration took hold of her. [color=00aeef]"Doctor! Have you ever wanted to fly?"[/color] [color=598527]"If ya haven't heard, there are things called airpl-"[/color] Klara interrupted with a mighty stomp, and an ice totem erupted from the ground right under Jonas' feet, propelling him skyward with very little warning. [color=598527]"-aaaayynes!"[/color] In an instant, Jonas was launched up, caught a bit off guard at what the heck she was thinking for the first second before catching on. Not a bad plan, not a bad plan at all... Putting aerodynamics to work, he bent his body in a certain way that allowed him to flip and twirl in midair at the same time. That was gonna disorient him a bit, but damn if it wouldn't look cool. [color=598527]"Oh, and I'm callin' off our lil' bet with this interruption, hope y'understand,"[/color] he shouted, spinning through the air. While the robot was busy recovering from its first attack, Jonas landed with a thick thud on top of the machine, hand planted onto its head, one foot settled, and one knee lying on its top. He felt like one of those badass action movie stars, except with no special effects. [color=598527]"Heh, nice."[/color] Upon landing, Jonas began manipulating his ki to put out the bear minimum for making a clone... and within those few seconds, one peeled away behind him, like a snake shedding their skin. As the robot turned its attention to the unwelcome addition to the top of its head, Klara used the distraction to shift her stance, turning her defensive posture into an attack as she gripped the arm of the mechanical beast and pulled with all her might. Tie down the limbs and throw someone at the head. Classic tactic for facing all sorts of massive creatures back home, and Klara figured it would work nicely here, even if she was the only one holding it down. The robot fought back though, its arm creaking ominously as the intricate parts were deformed to the breaking point as Klara strained to keep the machine crippled, ice particles in her hair melting and running down her face from the effort. As he surveyed the area on top, he took note of the uneven surface they were on, courtesy of Klara tugging at his arm. Jonas was certain he would fall off, but he bent down, stabbing a knife into the machines head. His clone grabbed onto Jonas' arm, taking a few seconds to regain their even footing. She was struggling from the looks of it, but that robots arm was extending... unnaturally... So Klara was doing that? Huh, she would definitely be a strong addition to that team. He heard it... and now he got a taste of it... But with the way that arm was moving forward, he barely made out the sound of the robot creaking and Klara struggling. Within that moment of clarity he had an idea conceived... ... but he would have to act quick as the other arm began navigating itself towards the head. Jonas swiftly powered up the knife he jammed into the automaton, ripping it out like a sword to a stone and tossed it to the clone. It nodded and knew what it had to do, where it had to strike. The orders given... they were absolute as it jumped off of the robot, and landed on the mechanical menaces metal arm, plunging it deep into its arm as it began forcing the knife through, carving through it at a medium pace... The sound of creaking metal turned into a jagged crescendo as the steel plating gave way, the circuits in the arm sparking and hissing as they became detached. Finally, with a roar of triumph and a burst of ice-tinged ki, Klara finally ripped the robot's arm clean off, using the momentum to fling it outside of the arena like a bag of potatoes. ... and with that said and done, he drew two knives from his sleeve as the arm began coming down like a meteor. Jonas decided the best course of action was to use the small openings between the fingers to his advantage as it swung downwards. He chuckled as he tossed the two interconnected knives upwards, both swinging around as Jonas evaded the crushing blow with a simple sidestep. Capitalizing on the opportunity Jonas hopped onto the arm, catching the two blades as he quickly infused them with ki and jammed them into the robots head. It was up to those two now to finish the job while he kept this malicious machine from interrupting them. The doctor held on with dear life as it tried to yank its hand out, the knives slowly carving the surface as he inched closer and closer to the edge... And then without warning, the robot started toppling backwards, an imbalance ensuring as he saw her wield the arm victoriously, and threw it out of their arena. [color=598527]"Heh, well, seeya later ya piece of scrap,"[/color] Jonas shouted as he gave a mocking salute to the robot as he jumped off, sticking the landing as it crashed behind him. [color=598527]"Klara, lets destroy this thing for good!"[/color] Jonas fleetingly stood up as he drew some knives from his sleeve, pivoting around to face the downed and somewhat helpless machination. [color=00aeef]"Back to the workshop for this infernal machine!"[/color] Klara shouted in agreement. [color=00aeef]"Ready for a second trip?"[/color] [color=598527]"If it gets the job done, then lets go."[/color] The robot lurched suddenly and propelled into the air, not by its own means but by an ice totem, positioned perfectly for the ice giantess to grip the doctor's arm and hurl him towards the machine, preparing for a leap of her own as he did his work. As he flew Jonas began manipulating his ki by sending them straight into the knives as he eyed the midsection. Taking aim, he began tossing some knives, one at a time at the midsection. Each one hit its mark as he landed on its head and dashed towards the center. Raising his arms into the air, he brought down hell onto the bot with his remaining knives as they were plunged into its midsection. ... in those seconds, he swore he saw a shadow above him and looked up to find not only multiple generic robots flying around the arena like hornets, but Klara who was coming right down... on where he was standing. [color=598527]"Well, this'll definitely get the job done,"[/color] he uttered as he stood straight up and simply launched himself off the side of the wretched machine. [color=00aeef][i]"ODIN EIER DEG ALLE!!!"[/i][/color] With a thundering boom, the ice giantess slammed into the robot, hitting the dead center of the carvings the doctor left behind, capping off the killing blow and splitting the battered robot into mangled bits. Metal chunks flew through the air, tearing up the idyllic hills and smashing the few faux marble statues still standing, making the humble arena look more like a war zone then it did before. Standing tall in ground zero, Klara Grimmolfdottir, bruised and bloodied, her face damp from overexertion, celebrated the great victory by loosing another war cry to the heavens in celebration. Heh, celebrate all you want for now, but they still had othe- hm? Looking behind him, he saw the mangled mechanical beasts eyes still glowing... with one piece popping out as the latter powered down. As it rolled towards him, Jonas brought his foot down onto the glowing piece of machinery as it powered down with a satisfying crack. There. [color=598527]"Hey, great job Klara, but lets get outta here and find th-uhm and there's more..."[/color] Jonas let out an exasperated sigh as myriads of those white coated robots soaring 'round landed onto their platform, separating the giant from the doctor. Great, just when things seemed to be getting better... [color=00aeef]"Oho, more challengers?"[/color] Klara mused, preparing to brute force her way through more mechanical opponents. [color=00aeef]"Today is going to be a day where legends are born, Doctor! Let us show them how a true warrior fights!"[/color] Whatever, he bet these things were like those goons he faced the other night with Otsana... except with armor and sleeker lookin' weapons... wonder if she could get any use outta these? Eh, thoughts for another time as he drew three knives from one sleeve and held out his fist with another...