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[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

This thread is guaranteed arguments, and its great

Arena Chat Thread

@MelonHead Kimchee is not alcohol, it's fermented cabbage in spicy marinade. Tastes like shit, except when you're drunk.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

I will post tonight when I get off my shift, I am really sorry I keep holding you up.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

I'm excited for this to start, what's keeping it from starting?

Arena Chat Thread

Drunk D&D is great, also found out last night, that kimchee tastes better the more you drink.

Because I hate kimchee, and I scarfed down a ton of it last night after a bottle of soju.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Fun Fact:
The wires rooting themselves through your body is one of the reasons why Bita never removes hers. Because instead of dealing with that pain again, she simply keeps it on at all times.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

It's always a terrible choice, deciding whether or not to move or just take the blow when activating the word engine. Because you can move, it just really hurts. Opting on what would be the less painful option, Kanitah stood stock still as Fury rushed him. Leaping towards him and slamming his knee directly into his face. What had previously been a cracked bone in his nose was now a fully broken and bloodied nose, Kanitah was sent sliding backwards, his feet remaining firmly planted on the ground as he slid. It was about three feet of distance, not too much, and well within Fury's reach.

Wires and iron infested his body from head to toe, a massive surge of light erupted from the machine and washed over him. Bathing him in a bright auburn light, adding another ring around every strike zone of his body. Machines caused his skin to ripple as they filled him, pushing his bones back into place and piercing through them with their cold mechanical insensitivity. Muscles were coated in sheets of metal that strengthened their resolve, bones were shoved aside or encased in metal. Some shards of bone that were too far pushed were simply crushed by the machine's tendrils.

It became impossible for him to scream as they made their way into his jawline and held it there for a moment. The one little cable that worms its way into his nose only made a bigger mess of his broken nose, knocking the bone out of place entirely. All of this was happening faster than Kanitah can throw a punch, the Word Engine Mark 2 is so much more aggressive than the previous.

The rings were in place, the machines were rooted through his body, and he was standing there. Just a few feet from Fury with his eyes closed and his breathing erratic. Sweat and blood dripped off of him in various places, tears streamed because of the pain. Even a little spittle flowed into his beard.

Man, the Engine makes me ugly. He thought as he stood there, composing himself.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

There was a lot more to Fury than Kanitah had previously believed, maybe there was a bit of man behind the monster. There was more than a few kinds of pain running through him as he stood himself back up. Sliding his hands behind his back and cracking a few of his joints slowly. It was almost impossible to move his left arm the right way, and his right arm wasn't in pristine condition either. Looking like a bent old man with both hands behind his back, pressed up against his spine as though he were trying to hold himself up by counterbalancing himself with his hands. "Part of me wants you dead too, I'll admit. And for a moment, I almost let that side of me take hold."

With an audible crack, Kanitah's back popped as he straightened himself. Screaming belted from his mouth, Kanitah's left shoulder began to visibly bleed, presumably from the shattered collarbone on that side cutting through his skin. Both of his eyes tried to shut themselves, and his left eye yielded to the pain, his teeth ground against eachother and his words came through his teeth like venom from a cobra. "That side of me is weak, and we both know that I'm strong. I've stood against you twice."

Standing there, with both hands behind his back. Kanitah tried his best to force a grin. Letting his hands drop from behind his back. The metallic gauntlets of the word engine Mk.2 adorning his hands glinted in the sunlight. "But you know I can't let you win, I've got a daughter to find. Trust me, she's already out there looking for you. It's better for the both of us if I get off this planet alive."

Kanitah knew Fury would begin sensing it now.

When Kanitah slipped his hands behind his back, he put his hands into the metal gauntlet portions of the new Word Engine. The loud crack that came when his back popped was timed to cover the flipping of the switch at the base of the machine. The screaming was from the pain of the word engine beginning its violent process of rooting through his body and reinforcing what remained of his skeletal structure.

The Word Engine Mark 2 is online.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

@MelonHead
Let's get emotional, bitch.

(Said in the voice of Aaron Paul. Jesse, from Breaking Bad.)

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

If he weren't distracted with the pain filling his entirety as a living being, Kanitah would have shuddered at what the word "Fuck" translates to in his language. Though he was not in so much pain as to not have a witty retort to Fury's coment. "Yeah, well, if we were both armed this would have been much easier. Pundambayan side arms are hefty little tools with more than one purpose, aside from just killing. Unlike your swords." The word sword translated to something along the lines of; Archaic tool of bloodshed.

With his uninjured hand and a bit of shoving, Kanitah forced himself up into a seated position. Nothing more to do but wait and talk, if Fury decided to end him right now, there wouldn't be much he could do. Not yet at least. "If we were both armed, it wouldn't be a contest. I'm just an old guy with a backpack that gives me a boost of power. If I had all of the equipment that my daughter lugs around, well. It's kind of silly looking, but she's dangerous. Y'know?"

"Inheritor of one of the most powerful words, holder of an ancient Pundambayan artifact. Has her own customized word engine, it's much better than mine. A full suit of Extra-Vehicular Power Armor that enhances everything about her." Kanitah didn't really care about Fury right now, he was thinking about his daughter. Dying while thinking about your daughter is a good way to go, I'd say.

As the words left his mouth, tears began to flow down his face. "She grew up to be so different from me, y'know? Because I wasn't there for her. Because I was out here, dealing with freaks like you. Because it's a fun hobby." An old man cried that day, clenching his right knee tightly in his hand.

"Because I like being The Hero, because it's all I'm good at."

"I came out here to find her, and act like a good father for once. Instead of just The Hero."

"Instead, I found a Freak of Nature with a grudge against some Cocky Old Bastard." The more he spoke, the more it hurt. With a passive wave of his finger in Fury's general direction when the 'Freak of Nature' comment was spoken. "So now what? Where do we go from here?"

Trying with a bit of effort to stand up, it wasn't going to happen easily. "We can keep going, I'm ready to die here."