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Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

I think his name gives me dyslexia.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

The Magna Pater's cunning was matched only by its senses. It had never encountered a humanoid machine before, though it knew of guns. To its aggravation, this thing confused its heat pits. Its sonar, however, flawlessly picked out every detail of the mech, even though the trees would have troubled the echolocation of any other creature. Those were big guns. It had enough strength to tear grizzly bears limb from limb, but this hulking thing somehow marching towards it was beyond strength. Even if it could somehow get close enough to outmaneuver and entangle this mystery prey, it could never get past the massively thick armor which so firmly bounced back its ultrasonic frequencies. If there were any weaknesses, it couldn't see them now. Even more mysterious, the metal giant somehow knew where it was.

The monster was patient, though. Like every predator, it knew that watching and waiting was sometimes the best solution. It could travel through the woodsy domain far more quickly than the mech, and could study its enemy all the while. It would pick and prod at every surface of this problem until it found a crack to exploit. First and foremost, though, it had to make the thing lose its trail. Once it was free, it would have literally all the time in the world to destroy this opponent. It was feeling rather, well, productive in light of current events. The Magna Pater began to experiment. It darted halfway up a tree and began lunging quickly from evergreen to evergreen, using its rudimentary wings to cover each distance, making sure not to rise close to the treeline. It would gradually swerve from its path to determine if the follower would still be able to track it. It had three-quarters of a mile on the metal thing and gaining, with hundreds of miles of woodland ahead. Even if the metal thing knew still where it was and was faster on open ground, there was no way it could catch up with the trees in the way. The metal thing could try jumping around like the Incredible Hulk, and would still not be able to make progress or sight the horror. This could go on for a while, and the longer the chase went on, the more urgent a certain set of questions would become...

Did mech pilots have built in toilets? What about autopilot for when it was sleepytime? How much food and water was stocked? There were a few streams flowing down from the mountains (which the Magna Pater was staying far away from on purpose), but few animals to hunt and eat. They always hid well when the monster's cry echoed through the woods (which it had also done with a purpose). Thanks to its metabolic regulation and expert hunting abilities, it would have no trouble at all traveling for long periods of time. It crossed oceans and continents with marathon ease when pursuing the families of victims across the world. The mech could go on, but the pilot had mortal needs. Unless the beast was cornered, these questions would eventually need to be answered.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper

One should be happy when they visit the doctor.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

As if on cue, maniacal laughter cascaded through the foliage, shattering the quiet like thin ice. It dipped and swooped in maddening pitch, as if some cross between a loon and a hyena were screaming down a distorted tunnel. The caterwaul would descend into hysterical, burbling sobs, the likes of which would raise the hackles on the back of any half-sane man. Nothing on this green Earth or on any other could have, should have made such a noise.

It was far, but not more than a mile. Like likely far less. Absolutely no other life stirred. No bugs nor birds or bears. Nothing. The trees seemed to lean in as if to stare down on the foreigner. They would not be Higen's allies. They would block and obscure his sight, slow down his progress. This was gonna suck.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper

Gonad had kicked the intestines out of tens of thousands of things, and had accumulated enough blood on his boots over the years to know when he had missed something before full impact. She wasn't where he had expected her to be. Gonad would not cease his attack, however. He was wide open, but such a thing was of entirely no consequence to a berserker. Perhaps this was where he differed from a demon. There was no self preservation here, only the near-suicidal desire to inflict harm at all costs, ignoring all injuries no matter how grievous. His offence was his defense, and of all people he knew that an opponent was at their most vulnerable when they attacked. For example, if a foe lowered a baton from their body to instinctively strike at a lower extremity. Trixi would probably not be knocked down by the kick, but she would be able to notice, very briefly, the huge frame of the monstrous barbarian rushing towards her. Gonad would have shoved himself backwards with his front leg, stepping far back onto his extended right to encompass the woman. If she stayed there to strike at his leg or body, that would be just fine. In the process though, she would be easily within his reach as he twisted fully around. The optimal place to strike his leg would be at the back of the knee. A very fine spot to attack any enemy. He'd fall backwards for sure if she did that, but... There would be little way of stopping him from dragging her down with him. Electric body or not, this man would be able to savage her as easily as a tiger. Some particularly tough NYPD are able to resist tasers during training, scrunching up with pain yet still maintaining enough of their faculties to stride up to the one shocking them. A mere NYPD is nothing compared to a Green Beret, and yet what was a Green Beret in comparison to the merry Gonad, whom not even the great dragons of old thought of challenging? His hands were his pride, and Gonad's very life flowed from them just as the lives of his enemies flowed out. If he so much as slapped her, regardless of how tight or smooth her skin or garments were, those massive mitts would dig in and then it would be over just as surely as the sun sets. His right arm would wheel around in a flash to smack against her lower back even if she tried to hop over his leg, the left darting right after. If she didn't attack his leg, then he would complete his full turn, but she would have time to escape those hands.

Except his hands would be the least of her worries if she moved away. If Gonad completed his step backwards without hindrance, he would turn much more slowly. No, not turn. It would be winding up. His face would have changed into the expression he bore whenever the inclination to use his full might struck. Hellfire trailing from a single eye narrowed to a gleaming slit, lips pursed in a grimace of raw emotion. Everything silent, the quiet before calamity. Then it would come. A low roundhouse kick delivered with the left leg, nothing held back, cast forth with the momentum gained from his 180. The walls of the arena would reverberate with Gonad's roar. The kick would come like thunder, like a bowling ball scattering pins with a resounding crash. The passion he put into this blow would be palpable in the air, shimmering and hot. His broad shin would be leveled at the side of her right leg just below the knee, Muay Thai style, but it would be both of her legs that felt the impact if she were unable to avoid this one. If this came to pass, the sky would invert itself as her head swapped places with her feet. Trixi would be plowed into a midair cartwheel, her legs contorted in gruesome ways. After two revolutions her head would smash into the ground hard enough to dole out a severe concussion.

BUT NONE OF THAT ROUNDHOUSE KICKING STUFF WOULD REALLY HAPPEN.

Gonad would not kick at Trixi again if he turned around. The ominous feeling would be there, the tension of something terrifying about to happen. It would be written all over the muscular contours of his back, in his every movement. If there was such a thing as being able to sense bloodlust, this would be it. Instead of attacking though, upon completing the turn he'd shout at her.

"BOO!!"

With an impossibly moronic look on his mug, Gonad would do nothing but try to surprise Trixi as if they were at a birthday party. The ridiculous intensity would have been an incredibly skilled and utterly pointless feint.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead

Yup, but keep in mind that it is like the Solid Snake of monsters. By the time Higen is on its trail (not that it leaves trails), it could be waiting miles away.

Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

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Running and Gunning - Higan Vs. The Magna Pater

@MelonHead
Hope it's okay if I use Shash's home territory. Is it fine if you make the first post? If I did, it would just be of Shash rolling over in his sleep.
Arena: The Forest of the Lost

An eerie forest consisting of two million square acres. The sun rarely meets the ground, there are several 14'er mountains in the area, and a couple of small villages on the outskirts.

Sub-Arena: The Cavern of the lost


A vast network of winding, mazelike caves that stretch on for a hundred miles under ground, home to the thing that haunts the forest. There are seven entrances scattered throughout the woods. Each entrance is only large enough to admit a large-sized man, and the cavern is of basalt, dolomite and calcium carbonate rock. Shasheuss's primary chamber measures one-hundred and fifty feet in height, three miles in length and width. It is brimming with stalagmites, stalactites, and tens of thousands of skeletons. In the middle of the lair is a pile of bones that almost reaches the ceiling.

Plot: Sometimes people just disappear without explanation. It is a fact of life we have all learned to accept. This stands especially true for those living on the edge of the Forest of the Lost. For as long as anyone could remember, none that have ventured far into the forest have returned. The bloodlines of each lost soul are wiped clean, for often before a year has passed their homes are left devoid of life, those inside having seemingly vanished off the face of the earth without warning. Unfailingly, those who do not watch closely over their children will soon find them unaccounted for. They are never allowed to play at dusk or dawn, and never do they frolic without a guardian close by. If one is not found, no search parties are sent lest they wind up missing too. This fact is not obscure. Many around the world know, as they do of such things as the Bermuda Triangle and Stonehenge. Why then has not man tried to conquer this great unknown, as he has many others? Just as it is known that anyone who puts a gun to their head and pulls the trigger will die, so is it certain that only fools and dead men wander the realm of The Magna Pater.

But perhaps, it is time for this mystery to be brought to light...?

Arena Chat Thread

@MelonHead
It has organs, it can bleed, and it breathes, though it doesn't need to breath when in full stasis. Any attack that destroys its heart or brain will kill it instantly, hence rendering it unable to heal.

Shash can scale up to any threat by just waiting. A high tier match with it is a war of attrition, not the usual face-to-face scrap that is resolved in minutes. If it decides to hide itself, it can take a very long time to weed it out. The longer it takes, the worse off things get!

Anyways, Higen is fine.

Edit: You might notice that I tend to try and change my O.O.C posts a lot. I'm a perfectionist.

Arena Chat Thread

I'd fight Shash with Higan in his ASP or the Clockwork Man (first arc or second arc, up to you). I wouldn't fight it with an organic though, few of my organics would stand a chance against a slimy bastard like that except Fury, who is somewhat above its tier level.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79934-people-trapped-in-a-giant-melon/ooc

@MelonHead

Whomever is fine.