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Virtual World Sparring Session
Greetings one and all, it's the man of mayhem, Hikaru, returning with a special action thread! If some of you may recall, last spring/summer one of my many alter egos made a tournament called the King of Nexus tournament, where many strong and daring fighters slugged it out inside a virtual world in many stunning battles to the death! Well I am here to announce that as of today, the virtual world is now open for all to use!! That means if you are craving a fight or a challenge, step on down, challenge anyone willing to fight, and duke it out in a fatal match where the last fighter standing wins!!! The rules are simple
1. No Instant Kill moves
2. No self healing
3. Absolutely no interference with the virtual world (So that if you die here, you don't die permanently outside of the virtual world)
4. Use of any ultimate/final attacks or techniques are limited to once per fight.
You will be uploaded to the virtual world via the massive computer used in the King of Nexus, simply step on the pads of the massive machine and the rest is history.
You can choose where you want to fight, or which tunes play during the fight, so go metal, go all out, and remember, treat every fight as a fight to the death, you'll be revived when you exit the virtual world as well as have any missing limbs or organs restored. With that being said, enjoy the fighting!
A piece of the floor falls, revealing a set of stairs as a heavily armoured man with his face behind a golden mask steps through the giant machine in the real world and into the virtual world via the stairs, wielding a long blade measuring taller then the Ironclad himself with a hook at the end. After pushing a tuft of hair out of his view, he rests his shoulders and awaits a challenger.
The Ironclad enters the machine to find himself on a large concert stage, bright lights bearing down on him, there’s a mostly faceless virtual crowd out to the front cheering the fighters on.
His opponent stands center stage, a girl who looks to be about 16 years old dressed in a black and white skull-themed costume accentuated by a large, studded black ribbon from her short hair and topped off with her wicked, axe-shaped guitar
All Aboaaard, Ahahahahaha!
The girl’s fingers start dancing across her guitar, setting sown a bass line before singing? Again
Ay Ay Ay Ay
and getting into the intro riff, as soon as the riff starts playing a series of notes come out of her guitar, flying at the Ironclad. They wouldn’t be particularly strong or fast, more a judgement of reaction than anything.
And with all that wind up he’d have a solid 30 seconds before the attack even begins to set up or whatever
Music: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vy1V5LHXWbg
God. What is that ear sore?
*Melody appears in the crowd, grabbing her head in one hand.*
I just got ordered to check this virtual world shit out. I wanted to watch two dipshits beat each other up not to witness my passion get murdered by some psychopath goth. Get some talent. Play some actual music that doesn't involve butchering your instrument.
The Ironclad spends a solid 5 of his precious 30 seconds staring at the person in front of him, utterly bewildered. Even so, The Ironclad opens a small pouch at his waist, crouching down and pulling out numerous little trinkets. Firstly a green lightning bolt shaped potion and a jar with a wisp within it. Another 5 seconds pass as the two bottles get affixed to a belt. With 20 seconds left on the clock, he spends the rest of the time affixing random pieces of jagged metal to his arms. With his armaments finished. The Ironclad watches and waits with a defensive stance.
"don't worry doll, this baby's been through WAY worse than a little Jam session."
answering Melody before returning back to their song, they let out a quick rift on their guitar, which form a series of physical notes flying at the ironclad like bullets, these projectiles would be small and fast, but not particularly strong
Weighed down by the ramshackle armour, the bullets hit head on, however, the metal does stop one or two of the bullets before falling to the way side, riddiling him with holes, as the Ironclad bleeds his wounds begin to smoulder, his blood burning and cauterizing the cuts. With that dealt with, the Ironclad brings his blade back, gripping it tightly as flames surround the sword before swinging it in one motion, a wave of molten iron being shot out towards the pink guitarist
Tot pauses her performace to watch his blood firing up with an excitable grin
"oooooh, wicked. You some kinda monster then?"
the girl leaps to her side, blocking the edge of the ironclad's wave with her guitar, which seems no worse for wear for its trouble, before shooting a few quick notes up into the rafters
"Its just not really banter if I'm the only one chit chatting. Surely you've got somethin' to say right?"
after sending three notes bouncing upwards into the rafters, Tot would make a beeline for the Ironclad, swinging the sharp end of her axe-shaped guitar at her opponent
The Ironclad watches as the guitar blocks the Iron Wave with ease, noting this as he listens to the chit chat, the edges of his lower face wigging around the confines of the mask before the Ironclad tightens the metal facade as a low gurgling sound is heard, akin to someone suffocating. After a bit of struggling the Ironclad gives and speaks one word
CAW! CAAAW!
The Ironclad then falls silent again, coughing before taking his blade again, yelling a battlecry as he meets her head on, the Ironclad immolating himself with the inflamed blade as he strikes against the guitar, threatening to burn his opponent if they stay too close for too long.
"What the..."
Tot pauses for a moment, while she was hoping for something, this.. Bird thing most certainly wasn't it. She swings her guitar to meet the blade, the guitar remains seemingly unharmed, even down to its strings, but the same can't be said of its wielder, whose loose, long-sleeved shirt catches fire around the edge, burning her hands and forcing her to quickly step back
"Oooh, hey, hot. You some kinda demon or something? Thought those were banned. Guess a demon couldn't answer though."
The notes she flung upward earlier bounce harmlessly off the ground a short distance behind the ironclad, and with the girl focusing on beating out the fires on her giving him a chance to strike a more solid blow.
The Immolation quickly subsides as his opponent backs up, leaving some nasty burns on the Ironclad, nevertheless he holds onto his blade with a strong grasp before resting it for a second to respond with a set of hand gestures. He begins with shaking his head before placing his hand on his chest, near to his heart, he then grasps at it before pretending to pull it out, he then hands it off to another hand with his fingers pointed up like horns, then pointing back at the flaming sword.
CAAW! CAW!
The Ironclad then takes his mask off for a moment, revealing the face of a blue bird, beak and all. He then grasps at it and pretends to tear it off, and hands it off before pointing at Tot's face, and placing his hands back on his face before placing the golden mask back on.
With his "short" and "clear" explanation done with, he takes his blade and begins to spin in place with it, as more revolutions complete, the wind begins to pick up more and more becoming so ferociously fast each gust cuts like steel. After a solid 3 seconds of spinning the Ironclad stops midway through a spin and thrusts the blade towards his opponent, finishing the whirlwind with one final gust of iron wind.
Tot beats out the last of the fire from her sleeves, looking over at the Ironclad with confidence, throwing him a peace sign
"I think I get it, don't worry, I'll make sure the MK pays for the awful things they've done to ya."
she didn't get it at all, but that's no worry, with her own fire out Tot gladly gets her hands back around at her guitar and lets out a series of sharp, high-pitched notes to cut back through the wind. Though they shatter upon hitting the big wave of iron, seeing that, Tot attempts to leap over it, getting some gashes across her legs for the trouble. The girl winces, but eeps her focus as she gets near the headlights
"Name's Tot Pop, Rockin' Star of this joint, and I've got the perfect present for ya. Sonic Crasher!"
with her form shrouded by the bright light all around her, Tot Pop strikes one ear-splitting, high-pitched chord, sending out a single black music note almost as big as she is flying towards the Ironclad.
As soon as the note hits something solid it'd shatter like it was made of glass, sending cutting shards flying everywhere
The Ironclad tilts his head at the mention of the MK, not exactly right but they were into it so he just shrugs it off. He was surprised they were able to jump over the whirlwind though. Staring at the giant note dumbfounded and without a plan, trying to cover up before the note hits, shattering against his armour as he takes a few blows shredding his skin, however halfway through he remembers his potions and pops one by smashing it and drinking it. The one drank being the wispy one, turning the Ironclad himself wispy like a ghost, phasing through the rest of the attack. Once the rest of the shards stop flying the potion wears off, leaving the Ironclad with injuries, but still standing.
Even with all his bleeding, the Ironclad pulls out a small dagger and tries something drastic, stabbing it into his arm, he collects a small pool of blood in his hand before crouching down and splashing it onto himself, after a second, the Ironclad begins to glow red, overflowing with sudden rage as he explodes into a demonic form, growing horns and a set of small wings, taking his blade up again and dashing towards Tot Pop before slashing a cross slash with more force then before.
With her legs injured Tot makes a somewhat less than graceful landing, stumbling a bit as they look back to see the result. Some kinda ghost thing too?
"Man demons are awesome! Too bad they got banned."
The girl keeps her excited, upbeat attitude, facing the Ironclad once more as he transforms, a grin wide across her face as she readies herself
"This gonna be it then? Alright lets go."
The girl sends a few quick notes the Ironclad's way, which would do little more than sting as it bounces against his armor before bringing up her instrument to meet his strike, Tot would be unable to hold her ground, getting forced back by the Ironclad's blow which leaves a gash in the middle of her instrument, severing its strings and nearly breaking the guitar.
"Looks like we're just about done here then, come on, one last time with feeling."
unable to play her music anymore, Tot's only got one recourse left, and that is going in hard, the girl lets herself fall forward, catching herself on her uninjured arms and using this to fling hersef forward to tackle the Ironclad instead
The Ironclad tanks the notes in his blind rage, only mildly slowing him down, brimstone pumps through his veins, making for an eerie image, throbbing veins, a pair of bloodied wings and golden horns. As he approaches he tightens his grip on the blade, bringing it up over his head, ready to slam it down right before Tot tackles him. While the actual tackle only knocked him around a bit, it also meant that due to the size of the blade, The Ironclad couldn't strike or else the blade would hit the ground first. Nevertheless he tries desperately to thrash about, slamming the heavy blade as it echos about. In just a moment the Ironclad throws the blade to the side. Heating up as his blood boils before emitting waves of fire over and over, scorching Tot before exploding in a wave of fire, burning himself to ash.
“Woah hey, settle down there it’ll only...â€
Tot keeps a hold on the Ironclad, trying to swing around him and work her hands up to his throat to strangle him, but all the struggling makes it difficult just to hang on. She finally grabbing him as his blade is thrown aside, only for her hands to ignite
“Yikes that can’t be...â€
is as far as she gets before her opponent explodes, and with little fire resistance the burst leaves little behind but ash and the spikes on her ribbon
After the explosion, The Ironclad is booted out of the machine and pops up outside the computer in the real world, checking over himself and noting that everything is still there luckily.
Niice.
Tot, with all her equipment intact, pops out on the machine’s other teleported pad. She doesn’t seem even remotely disturbed by the near-death, taking the whole encounter in stride
Demons are wicked cool. Pretty dangerous too. Too bad they’re discontinued, ah well later Demon man.
Her little fun time over, Tot waves to the Ironclad as she heads out of the arena
The Ironclad shoots Tot a thumbs up b before strapping his blade to his back and walking off into the distance, now that he had some training in, its time to return to the quest!