[color=598527]ID: Ryan Harper
Location: Grassy Expanse
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Tyrant[/color]

She had covered a good distance within the last half hour, but the overwhelming shape in the sky had hardly changed position and she could hardly take her eyes off it. The feeling of being afraid within the one place she shouldn’t be, was nauseating.

Soon, however, the heavy clanging footsteps crushing the damp grass beneath her slowed to a reluctant halt. Another shape, not quite as looming, yet still a couple of heads taller, and certainly much more immediate, stood in her way. She cursed herself under her breath for diverting so much of her attention from what was happening on the ground. She could have avoided him from afar, at leastuntil she felt safer. The giant grunted disdainfully.

“Hiding in a tin can didn’t save no fish.” His voice boomed, despite the roughly fifty meters still separating them.

The girl said nothing, evaluating her soon to be opponent. He was large, very large, but that meant he was heavy. Perhaps she could outrun him?

“Listen. Let’s not do this now. Please. You heard what Oren said, those things out there weren’t planned, we should find shelter!” She tried, hoping to stall enough to get a chance to bail. The ogre looked bewildered for a moment as he heard her voice. The split second was lost before she could take advantage and he let out a bone-shuddering cackle.

“Really? They send a little girl after the mighty Tyrant? This tournament is a joke.” He laughed again. “Not one proper meal on the menu. Don’t think it’ll save you though!” The last part he growled directly at her, as he took out a large cannon, preparing to fire.

Ryan reeled sideways in the last moment, more on instinct than conscious reaction, as the cannonball barreled past her, spraying dirt and grass in the air. The mech had leaned too far out and the sheer force of the impact with the ground sent it flying off balance. It rolled over with a deafening crash and plowed into the ground diagonally. The girl inside had been thrown out of her seat, and now lay on her side, dazed. Her arm stuck out at a strange angle but she’d managed to protect her head. She briefly considered installing a seatbelt through the haze of pain and mild concussion.

“Woah now, eager, aren’t we?” Sounded a cheerful voice, accompanied by a familiar buzzing sound. “Quite rude, depriving me of my job like that!” Oren’s tone was now reprimanding, and Ryan couldn’t tell if he was sincere. She scrambled up to the seat, however, knowing she might not get another chance to gain some distance. A jolt of pain told her that her shoulder was dislocated. There was no time to think about that. Her one functioning arm grabbed at the controls and the Sentinel rose back to its feet unsteadily.

“Oh, whoops! I guess we have a runner. I suppose the lady won’t be returning your advances. Perhaps try a new cologne? Neheheh…” The drone said, amused. “Well I suppose I’d better leave you two to it! Consider this fight officially started!” He sang out and buzzed away. The ogre ignored him, reloading the canon with an annoyed expression.

Ryan had indeed started running, as fast as the mech could stand, past Tyrant and towards the building she‘d been trying to reach earlier. She couldn‘t put up an effective fight with only one usable hand and this opponent‘s sheer physical power could quickly mow her down if she wasn‘t effective, despite all the armour she was lugging around. She hoped he was as slow as he looked. Perhaps she could get somewhere with an actual environment she could use to her advantage, not just bleeding grass and dirt for ages all around. Her shoulder was getting more and more aggravating and she eventually gave up, knowing full well stopping may be fatal, grit her teeth and slammed her side into the dashboard, crying out in pain. Once... twice...she got the right angle at the third try and gasped through a stream of tears as the joint sharply popped into place. She wanted to take a moment but there was no moment. Ryan kept moving forward but spun around to assess the situation. She‘d turned just in time.

Tyrant lifted up the canon a second time, determined to wipe out his target this time. He‘d easily shortened the distance between them enough to get a good aim. At that moment his opponent retaliated. The cannonball flew past its intended goal and sent another fointain of dirt blooming out of the ground. Tyrant lurched back, bullets raining over his hulking frame. He growled, partially from the unexpected pain and partially out of anger. The mech turned again, to adjust its course, and the ogre rose to his full height once again, readying his club. He roared a challenge and lunged forward, quickly catching up with his unsuspecting prey.