Beth tried to reboot, a bit frazzled after the lightning bolt. She was built for power surges, but not a direct hit from a lightning bolt. She stood slowly, sporting a rather large burn where the bolt had hit.
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Bran suddenly swooped again, however his angle was steeper this time. Rather than diving to attack directly, he came in to land. In a fluid movement, he pulled his body up like a parachutist, braking with his wings, while at the same time drawing his knives and retracting his boot blades. Using the momentum from his landing, Bran charged at Beth and attempted to thrust both his daggers into her chest. His wings pulled back, perpendicular to his body, trailing behind him as he ran.
The daggers pierced Beth, dangeriusly close to her internal generator. She cried out and tried to push the bird man off.
Bran was sent flying back, his body much lighter than a human of his size and build would have been. He used his wings to brake again, but continued backpedaling on his feet. He noted the lack of blood, and at that point he realised Beth was mechanical. Bran sheathed one of his daggers, and began casting another lightning spell.
Since he was on the ground, the spellcasting process would take a little longer. He extended his dagger up towards the sky, the charge building up in the air causing his hair to stand on end. During this time, Bran would be vulnerable to a physical blow, if Beth could reach him in time.
Since he was on the ground, the spellcasting process would take a little longer. He extended his dagger up towards the sky, the charge building up in the air causing his hair to stand on end. During this time, Bran would be vulnerable to a physical blow, if Beth could reach him in time.
Beth ran forward as fast as she could, over clocking her systems and preparing for a shoulder tackle that could probably break down a wall. She wasn't as fast as she could be due to her damaged wires.
Bran was taken by surprise by Beth's charge, but attempted to bring his dagger down on Beth. If the blade made contact with Beth, another lightning bolt would come down and strike her. If not, the bolt would hit the dagger and shock Bran instead.
Regardless of whether he hit or not, Beth's tackle would crush the bones in Bran's chest, the impact alone killing him.
Regardless of whether he hit or not, Beth's tackle would crush the bones in Bran's chest, the impact alone killing him.
Beth was stabbed by the blade, falling on top of Bran as she crushed him and the bolt struck her. She laid still.
If Beth was still operational, she would be declared the winner. If not, the fight would be declared a draw. Either way, the arena returned to its default state. Bran reappeared in a respawn chamber, and staggered out, confused.
Beth had died, or the closest she could come anyway, and also staggered out of a respawn tube, falling to the floor like a sack of bricks and getting up slowly and drunkenly as she activated.
Gash, a tall woman wearing a huge suit of armor and carrying a ridiculously large dull stone sword, entered the empty arena. She leaned her sword against a nearby wall and cracked her knuckles. "This should be fun." She said to herself, waiting to see her opponent.
Across from Gash, a pale and slender woman entered the arena, garbed in a midlength coat and buccaneer trousers and boots. She looked up as she entered, the arena changing around them. Where there was once a blank space, they now seemed to be in the great hall of some rich man's manor. The ceiling stretched high above, chandeliers dangling from it to light the space. Tables and chairs were strewn about as if to prepare for a feast, making for makeshift obstacles and cover. At the centre of the long rectangular hall was a large strong oval table, big and heavy enough to support both combatants if the duel moved there. The pale woman drew a gleaming blade, made a small curtsey motion, then pointed the blade at Grey before looking her in the eye.
"Round Start: Gash versus Candace Ayers! Ready... FIGHT!"
"Round Start: Gash versus Candace Ayers! Ready... FIGHT!"
Gash picked up her weapon, and smiled at Candace's curtsey. "Hope there's no hard feelings, princess!" With that, she charged across the room straight towards Candace, smashing right through the table in the center if it was in her way.
Luckily for diners and carpenters everywhere, the central table was not in the way, though a few minor tables and chairs where reduced to splinters by the rush. Candace raised her pistol, aimed for Gashes torso, and fired, aware that it wouldn't hurt much but considering the head too hard a target.
All the shot did was stagger Gash just a bit from the impact, but she quickly corrected herself and continued her rush. She didn't even bother swinging her weapon once she reached Candace, instead attempting to just charge right through her as she did to the chairs.
Candace waited until the last moment, then sidestepped like a matador, making she she was on the side of Gashes off hand. As she stepped she sliced with her blade, looking to inflict a thin but painful cut.
Candace's slash gave Gash a gash along her cheek. It wasn't a deep enough cut to injure her or cause bleeding out, but it did successfully anger her. "You *****!" Gash came to a stop quickly and spun around to face Candace, swinging her sword horizontally in the same motion, aimed at Candace's chest level.
Candace dropped to the floor as Gash swung her great dull blade, smirking as the weapon passed over her. From her belly-down position, she used her hands to push herself up off the floor, then hopped back to try and gain some distance.
"Damnit, stand still and let me hit you!" Gash screamed in anger as she jumped towards Candace with a downward swing of her sword.
Candace hopped again, but a bad landing and the impact of the giant blade made her lose her fitting and fall on her backside, leaving her open.
Gash saw the opening, but was unable to pull her sword out of the floor in time to finish Candace off. Instead, she dropped her sword and kicked at Candace's head.