WAOA Arena

[Chungus]

"Very true..." Solaris responded with a small chuckle. At the question of why human transmutation was banned, Solaris shrugged slightly. "Well, we already have mechanical prosthetic limbs, both standard or weaponised. But it's banned because one: Unethical, two: Dangerous, and three: It's said no man should have the power to play God like that." She explained, then paused for a brief moment. "If you ask me, however, the state is just afraid it'll upset the balance of power."

 

[DotSlash]

[color=80bb00] "There's a balance...?" [/color] Pix said, blinking a bit. [color=80bb00] "Meaning the state's just at the top and would like to stay up that way. I'm guessing the reason for that would be people building their own Chimera armies to oppose them, correct?" [/color] She tilted her head a bit afterward.

 

[Chungus]

"Just at the top? Oh, no. They control every aspect of life. It's a totalitarian regime." Solaris responded, shaking her head lightly. "But, yes. Those in power aren't fond of the idea of losing that position." And that makes it so easy to exploit... "So, yes. What you said, that's my theory as to why it's banned first and foremost."

 

[DotSlash]

[color=80bb00] "Anything else I should know to delve into first, provided I can actually go into your world?" [/color] Pix said, making a mental note to splice the ever-loving shit out of anything she could get her hands on. [color=80bb00] "I see... When you said 'balance of power', I assumed that meant you were trying to say there were multiple prominent forces looking to edge out on top." [/color]

 

[Kirke]

Ragnar twisted the bruteshot aside with an outside block, forcing the MEta's hands to one side before seizing them and holding them. Trapping the Meta in an improvised armlock, Ragnar rolled so that he was able to sit on top of Meta with a knee in his chest and his arms pinned. Under Ragnar's weight, the two armoured warriors began to sink into the silt at the bottom of the pool, the Meta's faceplate completely underwater.

Being clad in a sealed suit, the Meta could survive being underwater for quite some time. That they sunk down in silt meant that while Meta's arms couldn't move upwards easily, they could move down. He thus pulled down to get Ragnar off him and also placed both feet against Ragnar whereever he could, pushing away with tremendous strength.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar grunted as the Meta began struggling ferociously to dislodge him and smashed his fist into the gleaming faceplate, a series of thunderous blows hard enough to crack rockcrete. Even so he felt his perch becoming more and more tenuous, and so he threw himself backwards off of the Meta, raising great splashes as he tried to get back to dry ground where his chainsword lay, rumbling deeply with the impatience of the machine-spirit.

 

[Kirke]

Meta was stunned for a moment, allowing Ragnar to get back to dry ground unmolested. As the marine was moving out of the water, the Meta grabbed his bruteshot and turned invisible. He moved towards the marine slowly, barely disturbing the water.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar scrambled from the water, glittering droplets streaming from his grey ceramite like a breaching whale, and snatched up his chainsword before whirling to search for the Meta, teeth bared in a silent snarl as he scanned the rippling water. Anticipating a salvo of grenades out of ambush, he grabbed his helmet and jammed it down over his head, ignoring the water that gathered inside it from his soaking hair.

 

[Kirke]

Meta braced himself, then shot up in the sky. He came at least ten meters up in a shower of water. He was still invisible, making it incredibly hard to tell where exactly he was and what kind of blow was going to come. When the Meta closed in, he stretched back his arm and sent forward a dangerous punch against Ragnar's head.

 

[Random berk]

With his helmet on, the armour's auto-senses augmented Ragnar's already extra-ordinary perception, and he could hear every drop of water strike the ground, even as the great explosion in the rock pool told him exactly what the Meta had done. With a roar of defiance he swept his chainsword upwards, the promethium motor echoing his battle-cry with savage vigour.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta was hit along the side, truly testing the mettle of the Meta's armour. Sparks flew everywhere, along with some shards and splinters. Had it not been a glancing hit, the Meta would have been far worse off. His fist travelled straight into Ragnar's helmeted face, followed shortly by the bulk of the Meta colliding with the marine.

 

[Random berk]

The Meta was hit along the side, truly testing the mettle of the Meta's armour. Sparks flew everywhere, along with some shards and splinters. Had it not been a glancing hit, the Meta would have been far worse off. His fist travelled straight into Ragnar's helmeted face, followed shortly by the bulk of the Meta colliding with the marine.

Had Ragnar not been a son of the Emperor and fully armoured, the momentum of the Meta's attack would have killed him there and then even without the punch. Even so, the blow to his vox-grille momentarily blinded him with static and the weight of his foe slammed him to the ground with the Meta on top of him, his chainsword knocked from his grip. Though the ceramite held and protected him from the concussion, the crimson glow of a damage alert rune somewhere in his auspex display warned Ragnar that he had to put an end to the fight soon. As the gleaming, featureless dome loomed over the forboding death mask of the Astartes helmet, Ragnar wrapped a thick arm around the back of the Meta's neck and pulled him down into a bearhug that would make the bulky bruteshot impossible to bring to bear. At the same time, he drew the preternaturally sharp combat knife that all Space Wolf neophytes were gifted upon their induction, which Ragnar had proudly named Kraken's Tooth, and rammed it into the Meta's side where the chainsword had ravaged his armour, working the blade to try and drive it through the remaining layers of defence.

 

[Kirke]

The knife quickly ate through the remaining armour, going deep into the side of the Meta. He snarled in pain, but still grabbed hold of Ragnar's helmet, attempting to rip it off to then punch him in the face.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar felt the armour give way and twisted the knife with a surge of triumph. The helmet seals strained as the Meta tugged at his helmet, but it was designed for close combat against giant Orks and Chaos Space Marines, and would not tear free easily from the kind of blunt force that the Meta was trying to apply. Ragnar lurched up and headbutted the Meta's faceplate, all the while continuing to brutalise his torso with Kraken's Tooth.

 

[Kirke]

Meta once again hissed in pain, smashing down a fist on Ragnar's helmet before wrenching himself free. He stood up while pulling his bruteshot from his back, bleeding quite a lot from his side.

 

[Random berk]

Undaunted by the punch that had been made awkward and premature by the Meta's attempt to escape his grip, Ragnar rolled hastily to one side, narrowly avoiding the Meta's dispatching blow. Snatching up his chainsword he sprang to his feet and faced the Meta, ignoring the urgent flash of the damage runes in his helmet.
"Why don't you accept your fate, traitor?" He snarled, eyes flitting from the knife still lodged between Meta's ribs and back up to his face. "You will not escape the Emperor's retribution!"

 

[Kirke]

OoC: I imagined it more like the second response, sorry for not being clearer.

The Meta hissed slowly, reloading his bruteshot. He then began circling cautiously while his shields recharged.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar was not about to give the Meta that kind of opening, especially as he made his intentions clear by reloading his weapon. Before he finished doing that Ragnar was on the move, charging him with a feral howl bursting from his throat and his chainsword poised for a rending blow.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta raised his own weapon, letting the two blades clash. The bruteshot blade was far better quality than the Meta's armour, managing to hold up to the chainsword. Meta then pushed sideways before stabbing against Ragnar's armpit.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar decided to take Meta's friendly advice to move sideways and took a couple of bounding steps to his right, avoiding the brunt of the force behind Meta's thrust and keeping his chainsword between himself and the enemy. He promptly took advantage of this with a brisk upward slash at the Meta's ribcage.

OOC: I was wondering when these two would actually get around to using their weapons to try and kill each other.