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Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

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Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Hey quick question, when counting off the range of things and movement, does moving diagonally count as one or two spaces? Like would the targets in H5 count as being 5 or 6 spots away from the Hou Yi?

Also I am embarrassed to ask but how do the rules for movement work again? My recollection is that without a speed boost, a mech can move two spaces as a full movement, move one space and attack once, or fire twice without moving?@Ariamis

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Added more winquotes to Otsana and Margot!

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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@Mr Allen J
The blackout lasted a few moments. The bright light of an EMT's flashlight brought Margot back to reality. After a quick examinations, she was released and allowed to exit under her own power. Margot walked off the stage in a bit of a daze, taking her bloodied weapons back without thinking, her tattered cape slung over her shoulder. Automatically she put them back into their sheathes. Brook nearly caught her by surprise in the hallway leading back to the lockers.

"Yo, Blue, that was incredible!" Brooke complemented Margot. "Maybe I should start calling you Blue the Dragon Slayer! That does have a ring to it, right?"

She turned and looked back at her and then back to the ring. "Oh, right. I hope he's okay. It would be a shame to have kill him." She turned and spotted a water fountain. "Keep talking, I'm just really thirsty." Listening to the grappler go on, she drank deeply, replenshing some of the water the dragon's attacks had made her sweat off.

"Better than my fight, though. I had to fight some weird boobie woman, who literally fought by swinging her ass at me," Brooke laughed... in retrospect, it was kind of funny. "Then ran off. The fuck was up with that."

She put one arm across her chest, and used her other to lightly push against it.

"Still... I appreciate the win and all... but what's a win if you don't have to work for it?" Brooke answered, "Is this what "'blue balls' feel like for fighters?"

Margot snorted at the last line, coughing up some water. "I can't say I know what'd that feel like. Some of the boys at E'cole would complain about it though. Though from how you described your opponent, was that choice of words deliberate?"

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Krista Reynolds

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Today would be Krista's trial by fire. After countless simulated battles; endless trials; and two different Frames, she would finally fire a shot in anger. The Hou Yi hummed around her as she slid into the heated cockpit, the quiet chatter of the machine comforting compared to silence of space and the sound of her own breathing echoing through her helmet. It was nice to hear a familiar voice. The other pilots weren't mean or anything like that, there was just a gulf between her and the veterans that she hadn't yet bridged.

Still, she had trained a little with them, and had read up as much as she could on them and their Frames. She wore the Squad Sigma path on her suit. With Steinhardt commanding them, she was confident that they'd be able to make it through this mission. However, as she looked around the battlefield, she couldn't help but note the similarities between the units that were deployed in front of her, and those that attacked her home world. They were just uncanny looking compared to the computer models. However, she could not turn back, she could not run. Not after spending so long yearning to get into the fight. It was time to, as her cousin would put it, 'cowboy up'. Shaking her head out, she took a deep breath, and let herself fall completely into the Hou Yi's cockpit.

She'd deployed next to Ribasu, towards the center of the combat zone. It was a wise choice, as her fire control system told her that the giant crystalline structure and it's Mist-like units were just at the edge of her plasma cannon's effective range. Following Jason's lead, she chimed in. "This is the Hou Yi. I am in position and ready to open fire. That giant crystal's within range of my cannon. Ready to fire when you are."

Summary:
- Starting at F9
- Plan to try and thin out any approaching enemies, and deal with the mini-mists around the big crystal

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

I'm going to start at F9, and focus on the crystal and it's Mist-like guards. I'm going to wait for the command to open fire though, since @Jasonhero did so.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

VS.

@dragonmancer

Fafnir, adorning his plated armor, marched on the battleground with his right hand dragging the large lance behind him. His crimson eyes glanced over the crowd as he made his way on stage. The knight's lumbering tail of blue scales slithering on the floor like a serpent with each step. When the dragon got into his position as a challenger, he struck his lance into the earth in front of him with great force. With the lance digging into the ground, Fafnir awaited his challenger with a patient and still stature.

Margot came onstage second, her blades clipped to her waist. Her cape fluttered behind her as she strode to her starting marker. She'd already seen pictures and videos of her opponent, but seeing the ancient creature in person was entirely different. He could easily look down on almost any opponent in this tournament, including her. Between his wings, his tail, and his eyes, there was no mistaking that he was not entirely human. Still, he was her opponent, and as such deserved her courtesy. "My name is Margot Coudray, better known as Renard Bleu." Doffing her hat, she bowed to him. "It is an honor to have this chance to fight you."

The knight of scaled wings stared at his challenger for a short moment after her introduction. However he immediately sprang to life. He stood up straight in a firm posture, and placed his hand back on the hilt of his lance. "I am Fafnir Sigurd, and I am just honored to face such an opponent." His inhuman eyes then spotted the sword at her side. "Oho? Swordplay!" He seemed rather ecstatic by the tone of his voice. As he spoke, he lifted the lance off of the ground and spun it between his fingers. "That takes me back, this fight will truly be interesting." Having Finished that sentence, Fafnir stopped twirling his weapon, getting into a stance with his hand closer to the blade of his spear, the whole weapon on an angle facing downwards near his legs. "Come."

"Gladly, but we should wait for the match to actually start." The musketeer donned her hat again. She drew her blades, their highly polished metal gleaming in the sunlight as she adopted her stance. Focusing on the fight, the din of the crowd and the announcer became muted. Her mind raced as she glanced around the battlefield. Seemed like this was one of the less flashy rings. Apart from some pillars on the four corners of the arena, there was nothing breaking up the concrete tiles. She reminded herself that to win she needed to either knock him out of the ring, or just plain knock him out. Already she had a battle plan.

"Are you ready...?" Andre asked in a restrained tone, before he exploded with...

"... Go!"

She took off like a shot.Running forward, she closed the distance between the two with her dagger and sword held at the ready, watching for Sigurd's inevitable counter.

From what short time Fafnir had, he had studied both her stance and weapons. The light dual wielding and uniform had given away that this fighter was built to be swift and experienced in close quarters, the shorter dagger could have been used to catch weapons. The dragon, an experienced fighter, knew that he had to be less predictable to fight such an opponent, especially with his opening counter. Once she ran into a dangerously close range, Fafnir lifted his left hand, away from his lance which he now wielded solely with his right arm, and attempted to clash his armored elbow-pad with her dagger, while his tail thrust from between his grieves likes an unseen spear, going for her chest.

Margot ducked as her opponent tried to elbow her, a smart move since she'd managed to get within the range of his spear. However she had not taken into account Fafnir's extra limbs and barely able to register the tail swinging towards her. "Merde." The tail knocked the wind out of her and launched her a few feet back. She manged to recover in time to land on her feet, coughing as she got back into her stance. "Nice trick." She did the classic 'come at me' gesture with her dagger, slowly circling her opponent. "Got any more?"

Fafnir readied his lance as his opponent recovered from the blow. He admired his foes pride, it had delivered a sense of nostalgia. Without saying a word, he answered her challenge by leaping high into the air, his figure shrunk from the distance he attained, before his size slowly began to grew. In moments he'd come crashing down from above upon Margot, his lance ready to strike the earth as electricity ran off his armor and weapon like a bolt of lightning, having left a trail behind him.

The fencer saw the coming the moment he lept into the air. Such an attack would be devastating; having anyone stab you at terminal velocity would take out pretty much anyone. The electricity was just overkill. Still, even with the dragon's wings there was only so much air control he had. The timing was tight as she dashed underneath him, using her ki to speed her way over to the pillar behind him. Her neck hairs stood on end as he landed, a blast of air nearly knocking her over again. She used her agility to run up the pillar, catching a glimpse of the dragon already turning around.

Landing with a great crash, great force and electricity erupted from around the knight as his lance dug into the arena's ground. The fierce power erupted a crater beneath him. As the energy died down, Fafnir prepared to keep up with her pace. Trying to give her little time to comfortable dodge, the knight pulled his weapon out of the ground and began to extend his ki as a crimson blade. The lance's range extended with its blade as after the somewhat quick charged weapon now slashed towards both her and the pillar that she had ran up.

Margot hissed in surprise as she barely dodged out of the way of the slash, kicking off the pillar. A strip of blue cloth from her cape fluttered to the ground as the lance gouged out the concrete just below her. Margot flipped over Fafnir's head, landing behind him. She turned on the spot, spotting what she had been looking for, the soft spot in his plate armor under his shoulder. Shouting out, she drove her dagger home, hoping to weaken his control of that massive lance of his.

Not being able to keep up with her mobility, when the blade dug into his shoulder the knight had dropped his weapon. He ignored the pain however, and while for the moment he couldn't use his injured arm well his other arm launched forward as he turned, electricity violently surging through his gauntlet as he made a grab at the fencer's throat to unleash to the full voltage of electricity upon her.

The static charge of the air around them tipped her off that his swing was no mere counterattack. While she had already started to step back, the speed the knight recovered from the stab forced her to expend ki on a Saut du Chat, leaving behind an afterimage that took the swing. Now that he faced her, most of his weak points were out of reach, and even without his lance the crackling corona around his good fist suggested that he had more fight in him still. She glanced between his wounded arm and the gouged pillar as she bounced on her fear. "Sorry Sigurd. Perhaps we should tone it down a bit? It would be a pity to cripple each other so early in the tournament?"

Having grabbed nothing but air, The knight's crimson gaze locked onto the fencer as his reach retreated to a more comfortable stance. With his weakened arm, the torn part of the armor having dripped red liquid, The knight began to pick up his fallen weapon. "Don't take such pity on a soldier, you've given me a hell of a fight this far don't tell me you're going to stop now." He mused, He was barely able to pick up his weapon, though is arm wasn't entirely disabled, the wound made it difficult for him to effectively move it. As a result the knight had to wield the weapon with both hands. He knew that, especially with this injury, it would be difficult to keep up with her nimble and precise moves, but it was that challenge that thrilled him. Filled with nostalgia, the knight grinned beneath his helmet.

Through his 'burning armor', flames rapidly ignited and burst off of his flesh and plated armor. With his body cloaked in fire the heat that surrounded his very presence was a bit oppressive. It was like standing next to a large bonfire. Fafnir then proceeded to leap to her direction, slashing his spear as to strike her in his aerial charge

The heat nearly took her breath away. Margot's mask automatically dimmed her vision to compensate for the brilliance of the flames. When he made it clear that he wasn't going to stand down, she had backed away, but this was something different. Even as she dove to the side like a matador dodging a bull, sweat streamed down her face.If it weren't for the thickness of her costume, she was sure that she'd have some of her arm-hairs singed. She was close enough that she could see the near glowing edge of his lance. As long as he was engulfed in flames, she couldn't comfortably approach him. There was only one move in her arsenal that would let her strike him without suffering burns, but she had to wait for another opening.

With the intent of giving her little time to recover, Fafnir drove his blade in an overhead swing to Margot. Though his right arm was a bit stiff from the injury, the support of both hands had allowed him to wield the weapon effectively enough. His tail would slither into a position as to wait for her to fall into a trap he now devised. From his experience he had a good hunch on her next dodge, but there was the chance she could avoid what he had planned.

The overhead slash gave her an opening to get behind him again, but it would be risky to exploit. She channeled her ki and slid under his swing, swinging her sword up to try and knock the lance out of the way. Her soaked clothing dried up in moments, and she briefly considered just how bad of an idea this might have been, but followed through. She launched herself upward twirling in the air, as she slashed at the dragon's most exposed body parts, its wings.

Her blade clashed with the lance and sent it upwards enough for her to avoid it entirely.
He didn't expect the girl to be so nimble as to slash at his wings. Crimson had spread from the blade's path as Margot's weapon grazed the leathery membrane of the wing as she descended. How long has it been since he felt such pain, he wondered. Though he paused with a groan of pain, Fafnir did not falter from the intense sting. Immediately he reacted by spinning to face her, the flames whirled around him from the motion as he had raised his lance in an arcing motion, a move that helped concentrated his ki control. The ground below Margot grew red with heat, before flames shortly erupted out of the earth and directly underneath her figure. This was his rising fire.

Without any air control, Margot could not dodge the blast as she fell back to earth. All she could was cry out as the flames headed straight towards her. She brought her cape up to try and block some of the heat. The wall of flames blew her across the arena, sending her skidding and tumbling until she drove her dagger into the ground, arresting her skid a few feet from the edge. Clothes still smouldering, she pushed herself to her feet. "Doesn't your kind normally breathe fire?" She took a deep breath of the blessedly cooler air as she looked back towards the cooling rock, patting out some of the embers.

Altogether, the flames from the rock and his armor soon dispersed as she recovered from the intense heat. With his armor of fire gone, his wounds were more visible. Blood trickled down from his right arm to its elbow, as well as his left wing. His blood, like the rest of his body, didn't boil from his own flames, yet Fafnir was panting a bit. Was he getting old? It has been some time since he had ever fight so feverishly. Though the thrill was bliss his body had grown a bit soft from sleeping over the eons. The ancient knight had to drive his lance into the ground as to support his large body. He bellowed out a jovial chuckle, "It feels good to clash with such an opponent, my blood is boiling with excitement." He started to stand straight once more. "Normally, but I cannot breathe flames so easily in this binded vessel of a body." He explained as he readied his lance. In the moment of rest, the knight had time to think of his next moves, as well as trying to get a read on hers. She was fast, too fast for him to effectively make an assault with most of his arsenal. So far, his tendency to take her attacks so he can perform a counter attack has worked, but he wasn't sure how much more he could tank. Her moves were precise, it was vastly different then just simply being impaled or pulverized by great force, her accuracy to vitals and joints was a skill to be admired.

Fafnir raised his weapon, then chopped it down on a segment of the pillar he had sliced through earlier, cleaving a sizable chunk off. The large mass of marble was then lifted with his left arm, and crudely thrown at the fencer. Afterwards he quickly gripped his weapon and awaited her charge.

Margot jumped at the sight of him chopping through the rock like wood, and twirled out of the way of the chunk easily. Still, that blast took a lot out of her. The only saving grace was that he seemed to be suffering as well. Maybe she could finish him off soon, if she could just press her one advantage over him. By now she'd gained a respect for the dragon, and the bruise forming on her chest reminded her of what happened first time she came to him. However if he wouldn't come to her, she would have to come to him. "I must admit I did not expect to fight a dragon in this tournament. It's nice to see that a Musketeer's style still holds up to one such as you." She walked towards him, focusing all her energy as she picked up to a run, blades at the ready. "Now, Knight Sigurd, En Guarde for Tempête d'épées!" As she made it into the range of his spear, her blades were up and ready to stab, but at the last moment she disappeared into a blue blur.

The knight was prepared for her strike, but did not expect her to vanish in such speed. If she was going to bring out such a fierce attack, so too would Fafnir. Flames once again erupted from the knight as he drove his lance back into the earth. This time however it was not for mere armor, unleashing his raging dragon, The flames that had surrounded Fafnir towered and snaked into the sky, taking the shape of an oriental dragon's head as the flaming apparition of crackling fire mimicking a fierce roar. The Serpentine flame rushed down and rapidly began to circle around him, then coiling beyond its borders. Each circle the dragon made let its body of fire cover more ground, which now had started to encroach the arena's parameter as the apparition's vacant eyes tried to locate the fencer.

Margot dashed around the arena, only briefly visible when she had to sharply change directions to avoid running off the ends of the arena, and by the drafts produced by her speed as she edged past the fiery serpent. The heat was immense, but ultimately bearable so long as she stayed away from the head. She had to act quickly to capitalize on what she could feel was going to be her last big play of the fight. She skidded to a stop behind the knight, cape smouldering, and drove her sword into the back of his knee. Not allowing him any time to retaliate, she then drove her dagger into the tip of his tail, hoping to pin him further before disappearing again.

Though the tail was more resilient then human flesh, being composed of tough scales, the dagger had pinned it to the ground. The rush of pain and the exertion of ki took its toll as the apparition soon faded after Margot dashed off again. The flames had left behind rows of steam from the earth and the knight's armor. His body, the way it was now, couldn't draw as much ki from his original reserve. This and the fact that his term of laziness had made him a bit soft had caused the knight to grow a bit weary. One thing that hadn't change, however, was his will over pain. Despite the blood that now pooled at his feet Fafnir stood and had leaned most of his weight on the lance that dug deep into the ground. His eyes were closed.

Figuring that his vision could not keep up with such speed, Fafnir relied on trying to calm himself, steady his breathe, and try to sense her energy. Even with this method, however, he couldn't track her. He knew she would deliver another attack soon, perhaps more then once, so the knight stood there. He didn't move, didn't attempt to guard himself either. His weapon was still in the ground, he was entirely vulnerable. However, because his weapon was in the ground it made it difficult to see that the ki he was recovering was being drawn into the lance's blade. Another one of his strong moves, tactical strike, was now in preparation. All he had to do now, was to wait, and hope to endure her following move.

Without her dagger, Margot's options were halved. She saw the dragon reeling back his flame dragon, and saw another opening, one she needed to decisively exploit if she had any chance of winning the fight. Bouncing off the damaged pillar, she lunged at the knight, digging deep for one more flurry of blows. The world became a blur as she focused on the six points she would attack. Slash one, back of the still good knee. "Unus.". Strikes two and three, a slash at the strap holding his left bracer on followed by a flick and stab to the inside of the now exposed elbow. "Pro omnibus." Before his bracer even reached the ground, she had twirled around to his right side. She cut the straps off his right bracer. "Omnes," Her body ached from the stress that she was putting it through as she pulled off one final series of strikes. The first one drove the tip of her sword clean through his exposed forearm, before driving her sword home again into the previously opened wound in his armpit. "Pro uno."

Once the last blow landed, the rest of the world sped up again. Part of her hoped she didn't go too far and actually kill her opponent. The other part of her was crying out at her for going too far in pushing herself. Lungs burning, she tugged on her sword but it held fast in Fafnir's shoulder. Letting go, stumbled a few steps backwards. She couldn't even bring herself to stand up straight, supporting herself on shaky knees as she looked at her opponent, hoping beyond hope that he'd taken enough.

Fafnir went nearly numb as the barrage of blows nearly incapacitated his muscles. However upon her last strike, Fafnir held his limp arm in the way of the blade with a motion nearly as fast as the jab itself, angled more toward the muscle then her previous attempt to impale another joint. At first it seemed like a futile attempt, but with whatever unnatural strength he could muster, he flexed his muscles to increase tension within the flesh. This action made it impossible for the fencer to draw her blade from his wound, effectively trapping her weapon in place.

Though he could no longer hold his lance with his arms, his other injured arm removed his helmet to expose the warrior's face. His primordial eyes focused on his opponent as he willed through unimaginable pain. The knight gripped his massive lance with merely his teeth and jaws. With a poorly finesse strike, slashed the ki-charged Lance at his opponent with his tactical strike to land a blow to her chest, though avoiding to make a killing blow just as he tried to spare him. He had sacrificed everything to ensure he could land his final attack on his nimble foe, whatever the results came from his attack, a hit or miss, this match was over.

"Oh bordel!" She couldn't believe it. Even with two blades stuck in him, Fafnir still came. His movements were clumsy to be sure, but as unarmed and tired as she was, she had no means to retaliate, let alone block the attack. He came directly at her, and with almost none of her usual finesse, she dodged. Rather than dive into a roll, or twirl out of the way, her dodge was more of a controlled and intentional fall. She heard ripping from her cape as the dragon's attack caught it, jerking her until the snap broke off. She groaned as she rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows, expecting to be staring down another attack.

As much as Fafnir wanted to continue, his teeth could not properly wield the lance for a second attack, the weapon merely flew from his jaws as head came to a stop from its turn. With his muscles loosened, Fafnir ripped the rapier from his injury. As if his wounds were not enough, having to manually rip out the blade was like pressing the stringer of an insect against one's skin. He could barely move, so numb he had gotten that his legs were reluctant to move. By now a large puddle of crimson was beneath his armor. He was panting, hard. Instead of focusing on his unarmed opponent, he turned and reached for his tail. He removed the dagger that had pinned it to the floor. Though free from that inconvenience, he couldn't get far with his injuries anyhow. It took a good amount of effort just to not fall over and drown in his own blood. Fafnir was out of ki, out of vitality, and soon, out of blood. He turned to his opponent one last time. Yet of all things, he smiled. This was perhaps the only fight he could remember where he lost. Yet, it was thrilling. He never entered this tournament anyway. It was merely his announcement to the world of his returned, as well as a way to refresh his fighting talents. Without any regrets, having fought as long as he wanted too. He allowed himself to fall, but not before he had weakly bowed to his opponent to honor her and her victory. With a loud thud the mythical titan fell.

Margot scrambled out of the way, the scent of blood filling her nostrils as she watched him fall. Filled with relief as she realized the fight was over, she didn't register as Andre announced her as the winner, nor as paramedics streamed onstage to surround her opponent. All she did, was collapse from exhaustion, and pass out.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Klara Grimolfdottir vs

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Otsana climbed the ladder up to the stage, her machine gun slung over her shoulder. It wasn't a long climb, but certainly enough that it'd hurt to fall that far if you didn't know how to do a skydiver's roll. Once she climbed over the edge, she saw that the stage had a square tier in the middle of the arena, surrounded on all sides with a gentle slope. It took up most of the arena, but around the edge of the stage was as series of concrete pillars painted and sculpted to look much older. She climbed up the top of the teir, standing on one end of it as she waited for her opponent to show up.

She didn't have long to wait as Klara sprung up from the opposite end of the tier, her breath creating a fog despite the Brazillian spring heat. The ice giantess looked around at the painted columns with curiosity as she swung the satchel she was carrying off her shoulders, not seeming to have noticed her wolfish opponent yet.

Otsana regarded her opponent with some curiosity as she was completely ignored. "Hey there, you must be Klara." She took a moment to double check that her guns were fully unloaded, opening each one up in turn before re-holstering them. "The name's Otsana."

Klara quickly looked over at the sound of her name, cracking a bemused yet friendly smile at the sight of the heavily armed wolf girl. "Sæl, Otsana!" the woman said heartily, her Scandinavian accent stumbling a bit on the name. "Indeed I am Klara, daughter of Grimolf." Rolling her shoulders a bit, the ice giantess glanced from the machine gun to the wolf ears of her opponent with curiosity.

Otsana grinned, crossing the distance to offer the towering woman her hand to shake. "Pleased to meet'cha then. I'd say you're an Amazon, but I don't think the Amazons went for the liquid nitrogen look?" So close up, it was clear that Klara was much more meatily built than the wolf girl, a fact that the latter made sure to keep in mind for later.

"Jotunn actually, or ice giants as most know them," Klara said with a chuckle, accepting her handshake with enthusiasm. "I must admit I am unfamiliar with what manner of creature you are. A lycanthrope of some sort, perhaps?"

Pointing to her ears, Otsana shook her head. "Naw," She paused to reconsider her words. "Well technically yes I could be called a lycanthrope, but I'm not a werewolf in the sense you're thinking. I'm an inumimi.Born with the ears and tail, and everyone in my family's got them too. Wouldn't be the first time someone's asked me that question though. I'm from Quebec, Canada. How 'bout you?"

"Heimskringla, Jotunn village in...what was it they called it? Norway?"
She dismissed her confusion with a hearty laugh. "Well met either way. This will certainly be a battle to remember!" She took a few steps back at that statement, leaving icy footprints behind her as she went.

Otsana waved off the giant's confusion. "Hey, another gal from the cold north. This is going to be interesting." She pointed to the frosted footprints Klara left. "Looks like you're bringing a bit of home with you, eh?

"Well, winter never leaves the Jotunn," Klara chuckled, lowering herself slightly into a fighting stance.

Otsana went to her end of the clearing, putting her hand on the handle of her Doorknocker. "Walking around with your own AC. I can dig it. I hope you don't mind things getting a little hot with me."

"Are you ready...?"

Klara nodded sharply. "Fight well, inumimi..."

Otsana nodded back to her. "You too, Jotun." They stood there for a few moments, eyes locked on the other until...

"... Go!"

Otsana drew her revolver without saying a word. With a practiced motion, she brought it up bear and fired a shot at Klara's center of mass. The muzzle seemingly exploded with fire as it bucked in her grip. The ice giantess raised an ice totem directly in front of her to shield from the fireball, then shoved it with her foot to propel it steadily towards her opponent.

Otsana spotted the pillar coming right at her, and quickly sidestepped it, careful to avoid the icy trail it left as it passed by. "Nice, nice, make your own cover. She put away her Doorknocker and drew her pistol, sending a trio of shots towards the giant, circling around the edge of the platform to try and keep the pressure up. Klara formed an axe in her hand but stopped to freeze herself to block the unfriendly fire. She quickly realized she was at a disadvantage here, as the heat from the shots scraped by her uncomfortably. Her ability to freeze herself would soon be ineffective against those fireballs, so the only option was to get close enough to avoid them. Simple.

"It is more then just cover," Klara said as she slowly thawed out from her ice form, the axe in her hand dissolving to frost.

Otsana was confused as her opponent seemed to explode into a light dusting of snow. Almost immediately the wolfgirl dropped low, ears up and alert as she scanned the arena in front of her for missing opponent. There wasn't much of a wait for her to find out where her opponent went. The crackling of ice behind her alerted her to the giant's technique, but much too late. Otsana barely had the time to pivot on the spot in time to see the giant's counterattack as Klara slammed her shoulder into Otsanna, knocking her back almost to the edge of the first platform. Grabbing one of her arms, the ice giantess made to pull Otsanna into a grapple. The wolfgirl struggled to keep control of her gun over the ice giant, panting as the barrel of the gun trembled. Reaching a stalemate, Otsana pulled back her fist and gave the giant a quick punch in the gut, followed by a punch in the face. "Let me go!

"Well, if you insist..."

With a grunt, Klara adjusted her grip and lifted Otsana, gun and all right over her head. The wolf girl struggled briefly before Klara pitched her headfirst into the second lower layer, throwing up dust where she hit the ground. Stretching her neck out, she made to jump down to finish her off before she heard an odd beeping sound. Looking down, she quickly spotted what looked like a cloth satchel attached to her chest, with wires crisscrossing it and a large blinking light set in the center.

"Oh for Frigg's sake...."

Face bruised, Otsana lifted up her arm, the detonator in her hand. "Hehe" The explosion was relatively small, but enough to send the giant flying halfway across the arena. Acting quickly, Otsana jumped to her feet, holstered her pistol, and drew her shotgun. She ran over to where Klara landed, closing in for the metaphorical kill with a grin on her face.

Klara wasn't down yet though. More then a little singed from the impromptu flight across the arena, the ice giantess slammed her fist into the ground and got to her feet just in time for her opponent to make her way around the circle. Still smiling despite looking thoroughly battered at this point, the ice giantess shrugged the tattered remains of her fur coat off her shoulders, leaving just a leather sleeveless top. "Not bad, I will admit," Klara said with a breathless laugh, flexing her bare, muscular arms as she braced for one last exchange. "Let us see what else you can do!"

"This." Klara got no further explanation as something sailed over her head and rebounded off the pillar behind her, exploding a foot in front of her face with a flash that would rival the sun and a noise akin to a volcano. An after image of the arena filled her vision only to fade to the sight of Otsana running up to her and sticking both barrels of her shotgun in her face. Klara was briefly surprised and barely had enough time to freeze herself before the shotgun blast blanketed her face in flames, but she managed to grab hold of Otsana's arm before she slipped away, pulling her into close range and, while the wolf girl was pulled off balance, the newly scorched Klara grabbed hold of her head and cracked their foreheads together.

Otsana grunted as she stumbled backwards, before falling onto her back. "Ugh, that backfired." Recovering as quickly as she could, she rolled over and got to her feet as fast as she could to avoid getting attacked while on the ground. She backpedaled away from Klara, drawing her Doorknocker once again, dual wielding her weapons. "Man, I wouldn't want to get into football scrum with you. Let's try this again." She opened fire with her revolver again, the gun practically exploding in her hand. This time Klara was ready for her and managed to hurl an ice handaxe at her opponent as she tanked the shots. The axe went wide, but it gave Klara the opening to begin drawing on her full power, the wind beginning to pick up rapidly around them. The temperature dropped as the Jotunn's eyes glowed blue with energy, the wind becoming an intense gale as it whipped Klara's hair around.

"Feel...the great winter!"

Otsana kept her guard up as the wind whipped up around her. The humid Rio air provided more than enough moisture to quickly form a flurry of swirling snow. "Aw, you think you can make me chilly? I used to walk to school in this." She put on her goggles, scanning the thickening cloud of snow and ice that started to sting. Within seconds her visibility was reduced to a few feet. "Come on, come at me..." It seemed like hours, but really only a few seconds, but she barely spotted the mass coming out of the snow. She opened fire on it, only to see it was an ice totem sliding in her general direction, not even on a direct course to hit her. Remembering the last time Klara used one of them, she kept her eye on it. "Don't think you can do that teleporting thing twice on me."

"I didn't!" With a triumphant shout Klara charged out of the wintry mist from where she stood before, slamming a knee into Otsana's chest and following it up with a wild hay-maker to her face. The wolf girl ducked under the punch and wildly tried to shoot Klara with her shotgun, getting her in the side, but Klara just powered on through the fire, feeling it sapping at her strength. This was her last chance to pull ahead, and she wasn't going to let it get past her. Using every last bit of energy she had, Klara put both her fists together and delivered an uppercut, knocking her wolfish opponent skywards. Otsana swung her gun around in midair to fight back, but Karla wrapped her hand around her leg first and, with a war cry that echoed through the arena, hurled her opponent into the ice totem. Ice fragments shot through the air as the totem shattered and Otsana sailed on through, hitting the ground and rolling right off the edge of the second ring.

Flush with victory, Klara didn't even hear Andre make the announcement as she dropped down to one knee. Checking to make sure there weren't any surprises left on her chest, she noticed a damp spot on her chest where Otsana had blasted her with the shotgun. Klara didn't want to think about how much worse it would have looked if the fight carried on much longer.

Otsana was battered and bruised. In fact she was sure she'd have broken something had she not been trained relentlessly in how to do a paratrooper's roll. Even with that, her head spun as she splayed out on the ground. Waving off the paramedics that came to attend to her, she took a few moments to collect herself as the crowd continued to roar. "Goddamn, I feel like Loki in that one movie." She sat up as she realized that someone was standing over her, blocking the warming sun.

"The trickster god has a movie?" Klara remarked curiously, still sounding friendly despite looking like she had been slammed repeatedly into a brick fireplace. "How quaint." Cracking another smile, she leaned down to offer a hand to help her up.

Otsana holstered her guns, and grabbed the offered hand. "Yeah except when Hiddleston got tossed around by a giant it was all movie magic." She slowly stood up, joints popping. "But yeah, looks like you won." She turned the hand up onto a two handed shake. "Congrats."

"Þakka fyrir. It was an honor to lock arms with someone as skilled as you." Klara declared, reciprocating the handshake with gusto. She turned to glance at the sun before throwing an arm around Otsana's shoulders, making sure she wasn't too rough given the fight they went though. "It seems there is time before the next battle begins. Come, let me get you a drink befitting a warrior such as yourself!"

Otsana looked almost surprised as she was pulled closer to the giant.Walking with a limp to match the Klara's, she let out a chuckle. "Hey, booze after a brawl? Best salve for pain I've ever known. Let's see if we can find something stronger than the piss they serve at the concession stand."

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

@Ariamis @Dragoknighte

Phew, well, let's keep the party going!

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

I hope not. It'd suck to find it revived only to have it die as I jump back in.@Ammokkx