THIS SUNDAY NIGHT (Closed IC)

The Sudden Death Arena, Australia

The roar of the crowd was almost as loud as the blaring metal music, the combined cacophony deafening to any unaccustomed to the noise and stirring up the audience even more than it already was. The stands were full to the brim with all manner of miscreants, from armed robbers to costumed supervillains to big-money businessmen who had psychological issues almost as deep as their pockets. Bets, as always, were placed on who would die first, but they all knew not to go against the house. All around, cameras broadcast the fight across the internet and even on live TV, but of course with the detail that the fighting was real completely omitted. Most believed Sudden Death to be a theatrical production, akin to Sunday night wrestling; those in the stands knew the truth. Every melted face, every shattered skeleton...all of it was terribly real.

The arena itself was in the middle of the Outback, secluded despite the massive number of people who came to visit every week. The stadium sat 80,000 people, not quite as much as an American football game, but it was always full to capacity. Security was relatively lax; most of the budget went towards presentation and protection for the onlookers. Between the stands and the arena lay a second dome, this one made of translucent energy rather than a metallic bulkhead; it would be sufficient to stop any escape attempt from within. The killing field was adorned with spiked walls and crumbling pillars, carefully placed to provide the opportunity for environmental kills whilst not obstructing the audience's view of the carnage.

Sudden Death had started out humbly enough, but it had soon become more popular among the criminal element and general public alike. It was ironic, seeing toddlers wearing t-shirts displaying the likeness of the Titanium Terror, the champion of the arena who'd remained undefeated since the show's premiere; the 7'4 cybernetic warrior had become the face of the program despite never revealing his own, the bass-boosted speakers on his shoulders blaring his battle cries with volume that shook the entire venue, his legendary voice-over present in everything from commercials to the middle of the fight itself. And now? It was time for the season finale.

The One-Man-Pain-Train himself, the eponymous Sudden Death, rose from underneath the middle of the arena, raised high on a pillar beneath his silver feet. The legendary rocket hammer rested on his back, two enormous metal arms held high in the pose of victory. Suddenly, he pointed to a hovering camera drone, his voice echoing throughout the Outback.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS...PREPARE FOR THE GREATEST SEASON FINALE IN HUMAN HISTORY!"he cried, the amplifiers on his shoulders pulsating with every syllable. The yellow visor crackled with wicked power, the camera zooming in on his face as he spun to point at one corner of the arena.

"OUR FIRST CHALLENGER HAILS FROM THE STREETS OF NEW YORK, A SINGLE-MINDED MURDER ENTITY OF PURE SPEED AND DESTRUCTION! HE'S FREAKY! HE'S FEARSOME! AND HE'S FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST! MEET...VELOCITY RUSH!"

Out of the ground rose another platform, prominently displaying the white-and-gold garbed monster they'd kidnapped from New York City, interrupting his "feeding" on an innocent woman. His sedative would've just worn off, as he was too dangerous to hold awake; secretly, the producers hoped the residual sedative would slow him down enough for the Champ to actually hit.

"OUR SECOND COMBATANT IS STRAIGHT OUT OF DC, FOLKS! THAT'S RIGHT, WE'RE TALKING NONE OTHER THAN THE AMERICAN NGOD HIMSELF, UNCLE SAM'S STAND-UP-MAN, PRESIDENT DONN'S PROVOCATIVE PROTECTOR, THE OKLAHOMAN ONSLAUGHT, THE GENERAL! ISSUE! GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

The shield-bearing nGod, too, had been sedated, but they'd nearly run out of needles; he seemed to burn through it faster than anyone else once awoken, even the speedster. His skin had also been harder to penetrate, and he'd been exposed to less dosage overall; no doubt he'd be feeling the most jumpy, and most enraged. Not that anyone back home would know it was him, of course, until it was too late. Most would presume it was just another metahuman taking his name and likeness. They'd been lucky to catch him in costume, too, or the effect would've been lost. The communicators had been destroyed, but they'd let him keep his signature shield.

"OUR THIRD GLADIATOR HAILS FROM TOKYO, JAPAN, BUT SHE MADE HERSELF KNOWN IN THE GOOD OL' U-S OF A AS THE TERRIFYING TADPOLE, THE JAMMIN'-JUMP-GIRL OF JUSTICE, THE ONE, THE ONLY...L-L-LITTLE G-G-GREEEEEEEN!"

The mutant girl was tricky, but they always seemed to pull big crowds. She hadn't needed as much sedation, but her camouflage trick had thrown their guards for a loop in the last 24 hours. She'd come closest to actual escape, and those who knew were more likely to bet on her. A few producers thought maybe she'd go feral, if exposed to the over-the-top bloodshed the show was known for. Even though people thought it was widely assumed to be WWE-esque baloney, the fact that none of the heroes would be back after tonight's season finale...

"OUR FOURTH COMPETITOR IS THE EGYPTIAN ENGINEER OF FATAL FURY, THE MIDDLE EASTERN MUTILATOR, THE WINGED WONDER...THE MACE-WIELDING MISTRESS OF MIGHT...HER NAME IS MUNOZ HAL, BUT YOU UNDOUBTEDLY KNOW HER AS...SENTINEL HAAAAAAAAAAWK!"

Talk about luck. Finding Hal alone and at night was a stroke of pure fortune, as was landing the shot that knocked her out. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the operation would've been botched, but somehow they were lucky enough to land the shot and put her to sleep before the fighting could begin. Twenty-four hours later, she was here in the arena. Her mace had been returned to her, but she'd been deprived of her helmet "for dramatic reasons."

"AND FINALLY, TONIGHT'S...MYSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERY COMBATAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT!"he yelled, pivoting to point to a spire on top of the arena. Chained to the top and slightly sedated, a black-clad fighter lay with his head bent, mask concealing his features. He was an enigma, a risk, a wild card; but after cursory evaluation of his skills, he was determined to be a big-time ratings booster. Still, he was a little strong to let into the arena right off the bat, so they injected him with another shot of needles and chained him to the mountain. He'd get out eventually, though...and when he did, he'd be a real game changer.

"ALRIGHT BOYS AND GIRLS, YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS! WHEN THE CLOCK HITS HIGH NOON, WHEN THE BLOODLUST IS JUST TOO MUCH...WHEN THE BALLS-TO-THE-WALL INSANITY JUST ISN'T ENOUGH...IT'S TIME FOR SUDDEN DEATH!"

With a yell, the towering robotic warrior hefted his massive hammer, fire spewing from the exhaust vents on his back as pyrotechnics exploded above. The visor flashed, tracking each enemy, his hammer flashing with nuclear energy. He braced himself on the ground, chest-compartment opening to reveal the main attraction, the one the audience loved.

"MISSILE...CIRCUS!"he shouted, flexing as a dozen missiles erupted from the front of his body along with the roar of the crowd. They weren't meant to kill right away, programmed to explode next to each target and send them flying back...after all, it wouldn't do for the show to be over just as it began. These rockets would chase down every fighter save for the black-clad mystery man until they dramatically erupted with pure power either at their feet or above their heads. Heat-seeking and deadly, they spewed into the air, the crowd cheering around the world as the drones captured it all.

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

@sudden_death:

It was in his soul, the hunger shook his body to sleep. His muscles were hungry, every fiber of his body was being filled with the insatiable hunger that drove his every move. In truth he could've escaped this place is he wanted to but it was like a feeding ground. They lined up people for him to feast on, they just brought the speed to him. He could already feel it, he could feel what it would feel like to take it all in. Rush could feel the grogginess starting to wear off as he saw the arena around him, his whole body began to vibrate with glee turning him into a white and gold blur. He had enough speed to move at at least 500 mph, slower then normal but there was speed all around ripe for the taking. The smell of it tickled the hair in his nose, he could taste it in the air, he was ready.

The metal man let out his last roar as missiles swarmed from his chest, this was his signal to go. He let out a roar, vibrating his vocal cords just enough to allow everyone in the arena to hear him loud and clear.\

"LET THE FEAST BEGIIIIIIIIIIN"

His legs moved, his body followed the metal attachments filling the arena with sharp, dagger like clangs. The missiles headed towards him tracking the speedster, to most they would be moving fast but in the eyes of the Velocity Paragon they were slow enough to track. Three sought him out seeking to end him before he even had time to savor the main course, what was unknown to these autonomous explosives was that they were about to become the appetizer. His left leg moved behind his right causing his body to spin around the first missile, his fingers ran along the side of the rocket pulling the kinetic energy it was using to move into the Kinetic Controllers body. It would allow him to move faster but he wasn't done, there were still two more perfectly good missiles asking to be ingested. His legs contracted using his strength to heft his body over the missile in a vaulted leap, his hand ran along it's spine sucking the speed from it as well before landing to take on the third in the series. These moments between feasts would be the only moments people would see him before he would take off running again. Split seconds where his pure evil form could be seen, his very presence one that struck fear into the heart of civilians and heroes alike.

His speed carried him towards the third missile just before it would make contact with his body, he dropped to a slide using his arms to take the speed from the last explosive before rolling back to his feet and continuing his stride. A few feet later he slid to a stop, the metal blades grinding along and releasing a loud high pitched screech. Behind him the three rockets fell to the ground no longer having the energy to keep moving. Rather then explode they simply clunked down with a loud thud. Rush let loose a blood curdling laugh, the same technique he had used to amplify his voice applied once more.

"FEED MEEEEEE!!! OFFER YOUR SPEED TO ME. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. YOUR IN FOR A SHOW BECAUSE TONIGHT HEROES DIE."

Where am I?!

"Where she go!?" One of the guards barked looking at the little girls cell.

It was the season’s finale of SUDDEN DEATH, there had to be no mistakes, but nonetheless the awakened teenager was rebellious like every other. Alerting all of the guards in her sector to search for her. The girl wasn’t there! She simply vanished when the guards weren’t looking. They knew this had to be perfect but they were missing one of the major components that the game maker had brought. The head warden would quickly follow their panicking. The console guard would open the cell door, shifting the metal door aside. The warden quickly looked into the empty room. A shift of wind and a moment of sound. BOOM. Lights out!

In the end of her getaway it ended up taking twenty four guards to tackle her back into her cell. Super confused and no idea why she was here. The girl would scream as she would dragged back into her prison. “Let me go you creeps! Perverts! PERVERTED CREEPS!” But her voice would simply be overwhelmed by another that roared above that shook off the dust from the ceiling. The warden that was attacked first woke up with a red footprint on his face, he gave her a smirk “Have fun kiddo~” Waving her goodbye.

Let Me Go!!

W-what? What did he mean by "Have fun"? The series of events confused her to no end. Why lock her up with her arsenal by her side? Why was she here in the first place! WHAT IS THIS PLACE? HOW DID I GET HERE? Just thinking about it made her nauseous, or was it the drugs? Whatever she thought it was, it made her head rumble and her stomach heavy. In reality she was oblivious that the prison cell was actually elevating upwards at a gut clenching speed. Before green could even notice what was happening as the announcing voice got louder and heavier, she would be revealed. The sound was vibrating and quaked like it was summoning something. Summoning her! Calling out to the green hero in all her titles. The elevator finally shot out onto the surface where its cage would release her standing in one of the corners of the arena. It was filled to the brim with lights, fireworks, screaming fans, and advertisements. It was like a time square but in the very middle was where the competitors stood. It was bright, drone lights and cameras would focus on her from all angles. She would rather be back in her cell.

"THE ONE, THE ONLY...L-L-LITTLE G-G-GREEEEEEEN!"

"What the actual..HUH!?" The girl cried. When the lights finally left her face and went off to another corner of the arena she could finally make out what was happening. It was then she finally noticed what bloodshed she was brought into. The loud bodacious voice, the arena, the bright lights! It all made sense as Green gazed on the announcer 'SUDDEN DEATH' "NOO0O, I have a test tomorrow!" Then she realized the real situation. "NO WAIT! SCREW THAT TEST! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!" If it wasn't for the academy that always seemed to put her in situations where she'd randomly get attacked, she would of probably not have seen this coming. However the academy made her quick on her feet now, she was ready for the dance floor

You wana dance?! Lets dance!

"MISSILE...CIRCUS!"

Holding her shield and baton ready. Three missiles were shot at her at pulsating speeds. She would take the battle to the air avoiding a ground situation where she wasn't as mobile. On both legs Green would spring upwards. The thunderous sound would crackle at her instantaneous lift off just before the blazing explosive would hit her, tricking one of the missiles to prematurely explode in her blitz disappearance. The super jump rushed air into her face, she wouldn't have to worry as her goggles blocked the painful velocity from hurting her eyes. Little green couldn't easily look from her angle but she got the glimpse of two other missiles following her. Instinctively throwing her shield downwards at the pursuing rockets. Her movements imitated the last guardian and his shield throwing abilities, it wasn't on par but it worked! The green circle shield would act as a boomerang that quickly tilted one of the rockets off course and back into her hand as she landed one hundred meters away from her previous spot. She had no other idea what to do next, What would last guardian do?! The green panicked as the missile gained towards her. Last Guardian...WOULD BLOCK IT?! The girl wasn't sure of herself but it was the only thing on her mind! BUT MY SHIELD ISN'T AS DURA- Impact! Like a knight she would block the dragons fire with her shield protecting her body. The demons fire was wicked and its force was enormous. Her feet still planted on the ground would be dragged twenty meters while her strength resisted the blaze.

The shields front was halfway melted and its sides were chipped away. The ash would mix in with its burning metal totally covering most of the shields color. Her costume was a bit singed and a little bit on fire but nonetheless she stood uninjured. "I DID IT!" The crowd would cheer, not for her though. The cheers were for the screaming velocity that filled the arena. Little green was out of their leagues. What were they thinking putting a little small time hero against these full fledged combat arsenal and blood lusted villain? "I'm still soooo dead!" She squealed, It was scary.

@sudden_death:

Where am...oh this is not good. Sentinel Hawk frowned. She recognized an arena fight when she saw one, cheesy announcing and all. Her eyes shifted first to everyone around her as they were introduced and then to the man or..thing...apparently intended as their opponent. She shifted her stance slightly and removed her mace from its belt loop. That helmet sure would come in handy right about now...She shook her head to clear such distracting thoughts and watched as the giant metal man opened fire with missiles. Fortunately one of their number reacted before she did, revealing the missiles were designed to track them. She shifted, waited and watched the missiles intent on finding her.

Her eye sight was exceptional and her hearing also exceptional. Though she couldn't track extremely fast targets as well as a speedster, she could sense their location with her hearing and watch them from a distance without struggling to keep track of the small missiles. She tightened her grip on her mace waited a half second longer than someone might expect and then took off like a shot. She hit mach three almost immediately, the missiles swerved to follow after her and she made a split second decision. There's a good chance it's immune to its own missiles, if I try to make them impact it instead of me I'll only put myself close enough for it to launch a melee attack with that giant hammer.

Sentinel Hawk flew to the wall and spun so she was flying with one wing tip inches from the ground while traveling at speeds rivaling of an F-22. Two of the three missiles slammed into the wall as they tried to match her Hawk Lord manuverability. The last of the missiles managed to avoid the same fate and continued to follow but she wasn't done. She shifted back into a normal flying position, slowed down until the missile was moments from exploding and then at the same moment she shifted her wing positioned nearest the missile and performed a flawless barrel roll, bringing her mace around with the extra momentum. The weapon crashed into the fuselage of the missile and diverted it off course. The missile exploded just beyond range of the hero though it's concussive force knocked her harshly off course. It appeared for a moment she'd be smashed into the ground. The young Hawk Lord managed to pull up at just the last moment, a huge wave of dust and debris flying in every direction as she stabilized her flight and then began to climb upward again. I can't stay on the ground, I need to keep in the air or that crazy speed eater or the giant metal guy will have the upper hand.

@a-friend:

It was here, he could feel the vibrations in the air. Taste the slight hint of speed she possessed, it was her that he wanted. The way she flew around at speeds rivaling his won the hawk was his entree for the nights feast but first he needed to prepare himself. He had his appetizer but before diving straight in for the steak maybe enjoying the sides was the best option. Frog legs were often tasty this time of year, his sickening eyes turned towards her. She was easy pickings for a man like him but easy wasn't fun, so he would hold back a bit.

His whole body shook in excitement, she would be the one to grant him the strength to shoot down the pheasant above. Her speed would become his speed and his speed would overpower the bird. His bladed legs lurched forward at near 600 mph, a white and gold blue shooting towards the toad. He moved in a zig zag pattern seeking to confuse her before taking hold of one of the missiles he had deactivated earlier, with a heft he lifted the rocket into his grasp. His legs left the ground, a powerful leap into the air as he spun around and let the projectile fly. The full momentum of his earlier sprint now carried into the explosive and headed towards her. This wasn't the end though no, it was the beginning.

He literally hit the ground running, close enough to reach her with his legs he went for an axe kick. The silver sword extended outwards heading for her arm and seeking to sever it from the rest of her amphibious body. Then his hand would shoot forward aiming for her throat looking to take hold and feast. The best part was that with his speed if she moved he would move, dodged the missile then he wold still be right there. Jumped away and the Anti-Speedster would be there as well.

@velocity_rush:

I'm not useless! I'll show you!

After burner

The surrounding screens were brewing a storm of battle angles, obtaining the best view of what was going on. Point of views of the competitors movements, reviews of her defence and points of where the missiles exploded. It was meant for the audience to properly see all sides as these sudden death battles were chaotic. They had to slow it down and evaluate to create the most cinematic perspective. She would watch replays of her dodges and the hawks flight however something was missing. It was glimpses of blurry movements that the drones tried to catch but all it could find was the after burn that screeched the ground. Then as the drones calculated its movements, they all focused on her. "Why me?!-" D: The girl would take the beacon as a warning that something was coming, another attack that would surely impress the globe.

Tattering along the arena floor, its rapid feet would penetrate the ground showing its zig zag trail. Her eyes tried to follow the gold lighting, but unlike standing as still as a statue as she once faced a barrel of a gun, she would dodge the missile as it suddenly shot towards her. Distracting her away from the lighting streak as the missile blocked her view. Like an eclipse to her eyes she faced a lethal strike. As the gap closed, an inhuman reaction time would trigger inside her. Tilting her head back and into a quickly executed backflip that matched the missiles speed. She felt the missiles wind friction just an inch away from her face. Landing on her feet, the girls sweet face was revealed as the missile head knocked her goggles off. The crowd would go wild at the rather simplistic feat, but the yelling and cameras made everything hyped as if it was a explosive movie.

Green could only imagine what was gonna happen when she lost track of the moving blur, but the combatant landed in front of her. What it did was expected as she guessed its mechanical movements. Raising her shield upwards covering her entire torso, there was no scree of metal, no cool looking sparks, the velocity of the kick carried with the persons weight. The strength of the hit was like if a full charged rhino had collided with her only defence. A sonic boom emanated from the blade on impact and it sent the girls body flying across the arena, crashing into a concrete wall. If it weren't for her mutated bones she would of been a splat of red as if the speedster had swatted a fly. Sadly, she was still alive, but bruised and accompanied with a concussion. Little greens sight went blurry and it was even harder to comprehend where the figure was. Trying to gain her composure, it would take her disadvantage to bolt out and molest her neck. He would always be there..where ever she landed, where ever she dodge. The demon haunted her presence...Good. It was predictable. This was her chance. Trying to distract the demon with cute little moans of pain as her strength was being taken away.

She had managed to open her back pocket and dropped a pack of her special glue bombs. "Gotcha creep" Splurging out a mass of sticky contents for the climax. They would be released underneath the man as the girl tried to escape kicking herself off of him. The bombs were inspired by the spider heroes, imitating their webs that could hold down speedsters and bricks, the frog bombs would rival them, not in quality, but in quantity. Where their webs would be leashed out one by one, these were bombs and bombs..would act like bombs. Spreading everything they had all at once. The wave of sticky glue would emanate from the speedsters location, filling the corner of the arena with a mass of paste that would hopefully contain the demon in her barrage. The girl would mock cheerfully by sticking out her tongue :P "bleeeeh"

@a-friend:

He could feel it, the tantalizing feeling of the child's speed being drained from her body. She had lacked the ability to escape his clutch and now she was in his clutches, the process would make her feel slower. She would feel her muscles start to break apart, her skin start to lose its elasticity, she would feel her whole body become dry. The lack of elasticity would cause her skin to shrivel up and tear, revealing her muscles which would then repeat the process. This would last until her whole body broke down into a pile of dust that would blow into the wind, at least that was what should've happened. Rather Rush became infatuated with his meal, losing focus on the things around him, making himself vulnerable. It were these moments of vulnerability that she exploited, he had her long enough for the slow feeling to kick in but that didn't stop her from releasing a handful of small spheres onto the ground. The pang brought his attention to them at the last moment, they exploded releasing a thick layer of adhesive style material across a decent portion of this corner. It got onto his arms, got onto his legs, it made him a sitting duck, but most importantly it interrupted his meal. She had interrupted his meal and that was an act so unspeakable those who committed it don't see another day.

"So you think your pathetic trap can hold me. You think you can trick a speedster with a pathetic trap like this. Let me tell you something child, I WILL FEED. I WILL CLAIM YOUR SPEED"

His body began shaking, moving fast enough that the whole area began to steam. The glue itself became slightly blackened and was hardening, it was heat. The Kinetic Controller was making his body produce enough friction that it would generate enough heat to burn the glue. With a crack he broke free spraying portions of burnt adhesive across the area, his eyes turned towards her. He let out a low growl like that of a beast ready to strike, ready to pounce upon their unsuspecting prey. All thought of feeding left his brain and in those brief moments he only thought of how he could mame her. How he could cut her, how he could tear her apart, how he could destroy her until the last threads of life were about to snap. He moved, the sound barrier not only broke but exploded from the sudden movement. Mach 1 speeds caused his legs to carry him towards the child, in less then a second he would be upon her. His hand would make a move to deliver a punch that would unleash all his momentum, if it landed there would be more. He would move to where she was going to land and strike her again. It would be like playing hot potato with himself running back and forth just to knock her away and repeat the process. If the blow missed he would carry his momentum and preform a cart wheel but use the blades on his legs to try and cut through her left arm then her right.

@sentinel_hawk:

Elsewhere

"Well?" came one voice, sharp and irritated despite the spectacle before them.

"Ratings currently through the roof. People are surprised to see Sentinel, but they keep confusing her for the other one. From the-"

The second voice, wheezy and full, was cut off by the former with a wave of a hand.

"What about the speedster? Any leads?"

"Not a hero. A killer. That's why he's going after the girl. I figure we should have Sudden Death take out the nGod while he's down. Crowds love a fatality..."

"Ah, but Sentinel is pulling better ratings. She's the one to go after."

"But sir, she's up in the air and the missiles won't work-"

"Figure it out."

The Arena

The crowd jeered as Sentinel flew higher into the sky, almost reaching the limits of the translucent dome. Avoiding a fight never went over well with the audience, but it also made them want to see her dead even more than before. The numbers in the polls shifted and changed, and as they did, the Titanium Terror turned away from the stunned GI God he'd been advancing on, staring up at the winged wonder above.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN FLY AWAY FROM THE CHAMP?" boomed the titan with mock anger, hefting the hammer over one shoulder and pointing at the Hawk Lord with his enormous empty hand. He shook his head, the cameras zooming in on his gargantuan metal form. With one foot, he dug his heel into the ground, scratching at the metal floor like a bull. Getting down on one knee, the Champ's thrusters roared to life, the nuclear-powered hammer glowing with energy as he rocketed high into the air. It was a jump, yes, but it seemed more like flight; homing in on the bird-like girl, he would swing the enormous hammer with murderous intent, seeking to splash her all over the arena and sate the bloodthirst of the roaring crowd beneath.

@sudden_death:

Sentinel Hawk smiled a bit as she realized the situation. She needed a way out but had the time to discern one...in the mean time she was against a slow opponent and a speed thief and had the ally of a strange girl. She watched her for turn to face her and determined to put on a shoe to hide her true purpose.

"I don't have to escape someone as pathetically slow and incompetent as you! Ever heard of gaining distance to increase an advantage?" She turned her eyes to the crows and gestured at him with her mace as he engaged his rocket system.

"This is your champion?! I've seen better fighters in the gutters of Gothic City!"

Finally he reached the apex of his jump and made his attack. Sentinel Hawk displayed her considerable maneuverability advantage, suddenly accelerating to Mach six, breaching the sound barrier almost instantly. The huge hammer of her foe was much too slow and she zipped beneath his reach, tipped onto her left wingtip and adjusted her grip on the Mace. She morphed the Mace into a long shafted hammer and put the momentum of her speed and all of her strength into a swing...for his right knee.

@sentinel_hawk:

Elsewhere

"How'd she do that?"

I told you, thought the shorter man sitting at his computer.

"She was faster than him. Plain and simple. I mean, it's not a big deal. People love to see him sell hits. Creates suspense, sir."

"I know, I know. What next?"

"Nukeshot?"

The Arena

The hammer had collided with the titanium knee at blur speeds, the targeting camera barely keeping pace with the winged warrior as the hammer whiffed underneath her legs. The Champ's flight path was wrecked, extending an empty hand to bounce off the dome and spiral to the ground. The One-Man-Pain-Train dropped into a three-point landing, kneeling as the armor on his right leg cracked and sparked. The crowd cheered, ratings soaring as he was tagged; people were there to watch a fight, after all, not an execution. Laboriously, with exaggerated difficulty, the robotic hulk of a man stood.

"YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO AVOID THE HAMMER, BUT HOW WILL YOU DEAL WITH...NUCLEAR HEAT?!?"he cried, the voice rippling around the arena dramatically. Holding the hammer with both hands, he twirled it, the head spewing sparks whenever it touched the ground. Taking a step forward, he stopped the hammer's pointless spin and directed the tip at Sentinel, the emitter on the head opening without warning.

A blinding yellow flash escaped the end of his weapon, a beam firing directly towards the soaring Sentinel capable of blasting through a steel bulkhead.

"Welcome back to... SUUUUUUUUUDDENNNNN DEATHHHHHH!"

The announcer's voice cried out as the TV channel's fiery intro came to life, the commercials beforehand utterly ruining the viewing experience. The camera panned to the different fighters, before following Sudden Death. Joey was surprised to notice that Sentinel Hawk was in the contest of combat herself. That's weird, she didn't say anything about being on TV. He thought, as he watched her fly, completely oblivious to the real danger of the situation.

"Neat." Flipping the channel, he resumed watching the We Are Legend anime, humming along to the catchy theme as he did so.

@velocity_rush:

Pathetic

The demon made the trap look like it was merely a sandbox. Like a child molding the surface of a sandy shore as if the trap were a toy. Surrounded with plenty of it, the speed was held only for a moment. Distracted with the hulls of glue as if it were a pig rolling in the mud. It was in that moment that little green would see the beast face to face. The cameras queued in, finally able to see the speedsters true appearance. Suffocating all of the arenas screens with the hell spawns expression of anger as it screamed. " I WILL FEED" The voice was fierce, it sang with a demonic tone. Almost as if it were feral. A sentient force of havoc that was sent to reap the little girl of her soul. "Sh-t" Is all she could manage to think. Before she couldn't see the combatant, thinking it was just another speedster in a silly suit like hers, It was, but as their eyes met she couldn't see anything. There was absolutely nothing. The being caged in her trap was nothing but a hollow vessel of hunger, and it craved for her flesh. The abyss of its rage terrified her. It wasn't a super powered being, it was a wraith that was summoned from the depths of hell. The demon didn't belong here, yet it continued onward. To feast.

The mixture of fear and the siphoning of her life force just kicked in. The rabid beast growling trying to escape, it's teeth gnawed on the metal bars of the cage, drool scattered over the floor landing next to its warden. Nana Green. The prisoner was getting loose, and it was coming for her. She wanted to run but her muscles refused. "Pathetic!" Green screamed to herself. It was coming, It was going to kill her, no role model of hers had ever froze up like this, no other hero was going to save her. The girl felt like she was all alone. Facing the malignant spirit, falling prey to its haunting presence. The only thing her thoughts could managed to synchronize with her movements was to drag her arm upwards. The shield felt like if weighted over one hundred pounds, it hurt just trying to grip on it. This was not only an act of defense, this was her quivering for her life. She was practically defenseless against the tormenting smile that stained the beings face.

Mach 1 speeds caused his legs to carry him towards the child, in less then a second he would be upon her. His hand would make a move to deliver a punch that would unleash all his momentum, if it landed there would be more.

Winds rushed forward blowing her hair back in the manipulated storm of its speed. It finally broke free and in a blink of an eye the blazing impact had placed itself against her battle scarred shield. What it used to represent was the shield of Last Guardian. An object of hope and freedom, something that was indestructible, yet her shield was weak and fragile. Repurposed in this instant, its new battlefield stain stood for her defeat. Each dent of her defense matched the power of the barrage of sonic strikes that cracked away her thoughts. She was lost, unknowing what to do, this was too great for her. Her posture was firm, the girl wanted to live and her stern blocks represented that. The great hurricane like blows would drag her feet across the arena but like a knight facing dragons breath, nothing would remove her pride. Grounding her pride. Bone cracks and fractures of her shield arm could be heard, it hurt. It was unbearable, yet she held her shield high determined to never give up. The trigger would happen, realizing how stubborn she was. The shield wasn't the true symbol of Last Guardians cause. It was HIM. He wasn't defined by his shield, the shield was defined by him. Carrying her pride and will with her, adrenaline would rush through her. "I'm going to define my own shield!..WITH YOUR FACE! " She had enough, she also meant to say "With Your Defeat" but it came out wrong >:-(

You're Just Another Wanabe Villain!

Break loose

Break the unbreakable

Break through your fears

Face your demons

He would move to where she was going to land and strike her again.

She didn't even know if she was tactically skilled or a natural born fighter or if it was a hidden mutant gene or even precognitive abilities. She just simply knew. Even if the hits were less than a second a part, little green could see them a mile away. Like said before, it was predictable, at least to her it was. Strength quickly burst back into the girl as her will regrew back even stronger than before. Quickly unmasking her shield from her body with a blur of speed her tongue lashed out with her maximum strength trying to whip around the speedsters arm into another trap. Like a quick moving insect to a frog. If it was successful the tongues strength would easily subdue the speedsters velocity and hopefully crush its arm. Connecting the attack if it was successful she would yell "SHIELD STUN!" as if it were a video game. Pulling the speedster inward with her tongue and thrusting her shield forward as a bash. If all would fail? She wouldn't have enough speed to dodge it. This was her last and only resort that would prevent an immediate knock out.

"Oh brother." Sentinel Hawk muttered. This guy needs to do his homework. When the beam of energy was fired at her Sentinel Hawk brought her flight to a halt and reshaped her weapon back into a mace. She brought her arms up in an X over her unprotected face and allowed the beam to make full impact with her armor. Most people thought the clothing she wore was leather, it even felt like leather...but it was not leather. It was Nth Metal Weave. The beam struck her full in the chest and sent her flying backwards through the air. The heat of the beam burned at her face, doing considerable damage to the exposed skin.

Sentinel Hawk ignored the pain and regained control of her flight a few feet from the wall of the dome. She lowered her arms to reveal the damage but it was already healing and within half a minute or less her face would be as pristine as it had been a moment ago. "Never shoot a beam of energy at someone wearing Nth Metal." She said. Her armor had darkened considerably due to the heat but it had absorbed the energy and shunted most of the heat away from her body. What damage was done beneath the armor she ignored, it would repair itself soon enough.

She pointed her right hand at him and the energy her weave had absorbed crackled along her arm and shot out of her Nth Metal gloved pointed finger. The beam snapped through the air, aiming for the center mass of her target. That girl needs help but I can't get to her so long as this guy keeps flinging stuff at me. I need to find a way to turn the tide of this battle quickly...I'm willing to bet this building can with stand just about anything I can throw at it...but any good combat arena has tunnels so they can move stuff around out of sight, put people and objects into the arena and so on. There's a way out...because there is a way in. I just need to find it.

@a-friend:

His laugh filled the arena with it's overpowering hatred, the sound waves carried with them the sense of pure, unfiltered, evil. The child took blow after blow using her shield to prevent splatter, Rush wanted to make her a stain on the floor. He wanted to change her into a series of blood splatters and torn flesh but, here she stood resilient. It outraged him, she was weak, pathetic, she was nothing more then food for him. Yet still she tried to survive, why not just accept that it was over. Why not accept that her life was forfeit why...why..."WHYYYYYY" He could no longer contain his rage, he let everything out. His vision became the color of hatred, he only saw her nothing else. Every fiber of his being wanting to destroy the girl before him, any sense of humanity he had became buried underneath his hunger driven anger. It was in this anger that he made a mistake, a miscalculation of where to be and this miscalculation gave her just enough time to act against him.

In those brief moments of time she had regained control and from her mouth shot a tongue. Even with his accelerated perception Rush was blinded by his fury only thinking of killing the child, even as her tongue wrapped around his arm he only wanted one thing. Even as the immense strength her oral extremity possessed crushed his arm he only wanted one thing. He wanted her dead, he wanted her blood on his hands and he would get it. Through the pain he moved his hand and took hold of the sticky pink flesh, he had made contact and now his body would begin to feed itself. This wasn't how he planned on killing her no, he only needed to slow her down which the speed drain would do. He had regained his focus to a pinpoint and now he could make out exactly what she planned to do, from the way she positioned her arm to the way her tongue contracted, she was going to pull him in and then slam her shield against his body. In those moments he would take advantage of her inexperience, as she pulled him in he could feel the bone in his forearm snap in half but he didn't care she was pulling him into the range he wanted to be. Now she swung her arm and in those moments she would realize what it was she did wrong, his whole body began to shake at the same frequency of her shield and just as it would have collided with his body it went through him. The whole swing just moving through his body, atoms passing by atoms, then he solidified everything but his working arm and thrust it forward aiming for her diaphram. The vibration was the same as the frequency of her skin but not her organs which meant that if his hand did go through he would be able to blend her organs into pudding. This wasn't without risk though, one arm was broken and the other was being used which meant he had no means of defending an attack from this range. It was a chance he was willing to take to slaughter this child though.

@velocity_rush:

No

She broke free, but still..

She was lost.

Pushed over the edge. Falling into the grasp of the demons power. The survival of a life forms race was always based if it could evolve and adapt over millions of years. However, the genes of a mutant were in defiance against the slow transformation. Defying the process, sometimes hidden abilities would awaken in times of need. Triggering something deep within her spirit. Little greens blood had made a path where she found her mutant abilities as she grew, but something never like this had happened to her. The little girls matchless stubbornness was her tiny flame in the abyss she fell. The will to live called out. Screaming for a shelter against the haunting demon, as it phased through her shield, it would be a certain doom but her evolutionary body would answer. Her mutant gene pool was with the forms of amphibians and reptiles and the stress of her mind would echo through the biological branch, summoning the spirit animal to ignite the dimmed embers. A path of her genetic code was prompted, sparking the path as she was lost.

This demon tore down every defense she had to offer. Defying her ground and passion as she tried to resist its barrage, it would simply huff and puff. The shield was the only thing she had to present but it was quickly declined by the speedsters power. This was it, the girl was going to die, pushing and pulling little green. She couldn't see the way she was going. Mindlessly trying to fight back, it only drove little green towards the opposite direction of victory, falling deeper into the mouth of the void. The evil spirit was simply just leagues above her. The well placed miracle traps she pulled off was the only shelter Nana could manage to create against the besiege of the siphoning devil. All of it in the end was proven useless, the home of glue that she hid behind was quickly incinerated, her shield was consumed by its rage, the last stand of the girls own tongue retreated back as the demons claw quickly turned its layers into an exposed wound. At that point, she had to trust her own durability..to believe that she was better than whatever attacked her. Trusting her own mutant body that it wasn't just a curse, it wasn't a deformity. Trusting that it was a blessing, that even a little girl with her lame quirk could face demons like him.

Not Yet

She found her way

She smirked.

The passion inside of the bodacious girl rapidly scaled the spirit animals massive body. Leading her towards the way, it was an animal that would ignore the meddling scree of the fiend. An animal of threshold and protection. Sheltering the little girl, keeping her safety inside of its shell. A force defended against the drilling hand that were to penetrate her innocent body as if she were bare, but the provoked body felt threatened. Finally answering at the brink of death. Her body was pushed to the limit, summoning something within to adapt to the demons abuse. Her body called out to the unknown ability at the time of need, a blessing from her hidden gifts. The protection of a turtle would birth from this event, exponentially increasing her durability preventing the spear like hand from entering her belly.

"WHYYYYYY"

"Because...cause i'm better than you!" The girl screamed as the punch hit her stomach, coughing out blood from the impact and wounded tongue. No matter how much abuse the villain had brought her, she would sum it all up in one gesture. Spitting her bloodied saliva towards the man. The mockery was accompanied by the shock and cheers of the audience. At the start of the broadcast, it was all focused on the bloodshed that the speed demon could produce, but after witnessing such bravery and miracles from the mutant girl. The tides were turned, they would cheer for the real champion now. Unable to fall, unable to give up. She turned their way towards her defining moments. Quickly counter attacking at the moment of contact, the baton in the girls hand matched with her mutant strength and struck down with all of her might she could manage, hopefully breaking the demons spare arm. The mind was determined to survive, knowing in her heart..that this wouldn't be the end to her adventure, she wouldn't allow something like that. Little green still has a long way to go and something as pathetic as this wouldn't stop the girls dreams.

@a-friend:

How

Her words shocked him, those five words rattled his entire brain, how could this child, this weak pathetic child, ever proclaim herself better then him. His grip loosened, his entire mind focused on those words. The crowd had shifted from his side to hers, everyone cheering for this infant...how. Even as he witnessed her bring a baton down upon his arm he had no reaction, the bone itself shattering sending an explosion of pain through his body. It was nothing compared to the amount of confusion he felt as to how she could carry on, how she could even fathom the thought that she was better, how the audience could agree, but mostly he couldn't handle the idea that somewhere in his mind he knew she was stronger. He refused to accept that thought, he refused to even consider such a thought, even with two broken arms he could destroy her, all he needed to do was feed. He needed speed and his body would reassemble itself, thats how it worked in the past. The more speed he had the faster his body functioned and therefore the faster he could heal, it was a basic science...right. Everything he thought was being questioned at this very moment, he moved away from her, his speed placing him on the edge of the arena as his entire mind tried to make sense of what was going on.

It was then that the confusion turned to rage, a bubbling and fiery hatred boiled up from his stomach and exploded from his mouth in the form of a roar that filled the entire arena. One that made the audience silence in fear, made their skin crawl.

"HOW DARE YOU EVEN CONSIDER THE THOUGHT THAT SHE COULD DEFEAT ME, HOW DARE YOU CHALLENGE MY POWER LIKE THAT."

He moved dashing to the other side of the arena.

"I'LL KILL HER, THEN I'LL KILL EVERYONE INSIDE THIS BATTLEFIELD, THEN i'LL KILL YOU ALL. EVERY LAST SOUL IN THIS PLACE WILL BELONG TO ME, EVERY LAST DROP OF SPEED WILL BELONG TO ME."

He turned his attention to her, all the hatred was visible underneath his mask. He was going to have to push himself, move at a speed he could only keep up for an hour tops but that should be enough to end this entire battle, enough to kill everyone in this arena. He cracked his neck and smirked at her, visible from underneath his mask, he shouted.

"NOW LET ME SHOW YOU...GODSPEED"

Mach 6 was roughly equivalent to 4,603 mph, his legs carried him towards her at that speed. He lacked movement over both arms but he could feel the one broken earlier starting to piece itself back together, a perk of being a speedster. Punching was out of the picture but he had a better plan, rather then collide with her he moved around her in a circle. The wind began to pick up dust and other particulates, within seconds it would be clear, he was making a vortex. All the oxygen would be pulled from the area, she wouldn't be able to breathe she would be weakened and he would have immense momentum. Once she showed signs of weakening he would change his trajectory and extend his shoulder the way hockey players do when they check someone. Except if he landed she would get alot more then a couple bruises.

@sentinel_hawk: @sudden_death:

After Adam had fallen unconscious, he had drifted in and out of sleep until the tranquilizers had worn off, and not been replaced, at which point he'd been handed his shield and thrown into the arena. The effects of the tranq had worn off in seconds, his nGod physiology burning it out of his blood, but the disorientation of waking up distracted him for a fatal fraction of a second, and the rocket just nearly decapitated him. His reflexes saved him, shield-arm snapping up to block it. He was blown back into the wall, and took the time to survey the arena. The loud, armored one seemed to be in charge, though the dark-clothed seemed unsavory. Adam stood up, feeling some small internal damage from the impact knit itself together, and moved into a stance as if to toss the shield. But as he swung his arm, instead of releasing it the tip shot off as a projectile, detaching in a manner to make both ends symmetrical, as a shield, while the bladed tip sped towards Sudden Death's head. He quickly followed it, dashing over and attempting to grab the handle of the gigantic hammer and snap wrest it from him, which would deprive the massive star of the perverse show of his primary weapon.

@general_issue: @sentinel_hawk:

Elsewhere

"Hole in the arm! Hole in the arm!"

"Just bleed it out. Nobody will notice."

"They better not."

"The nGod's back in it too, sir. Let's focus him instead...he's a target we can hit, after all."

The Arena

Sentinel Hawk's answer to the Champ's energy attack was a thin beam from her fingertip, apparently comprised of the same energies present in his first deadly swing. The shot was aimed directly for his center of mass, but at the moment she pointed the glowing digit back his way, he'd raised a massive titanium arm, the beam burning a hole straight through the side. After about a moment, red liquid welled up from the wound, twisted sparking metal outside the Titan's form a clear indicator that he'd been wounded.

"UGH!"he grunted mechanically, dropping to a knee and clutching at the wound with his offhand. He made a show of getting back to his feet, pointing the leaking arm back at the girl in the sky.

"A GOOD SHOT...BUT IT WON'T BE ENOUGH!"he yelled back up, clenching a fist and swinging the hammer in a circle over his body. Before he could retaliate, however, the General Issue God began a sneak attack, the tip of his shield detaching with extreme force and shooting towards the Real Deal's head. He'd turned to face him just as the attack commenced, and for his trouble, he caught a projectile in the visor. The screen within cracked, the outer visor barely enduring the tip's devastating touch. Once again, the Champ stumbled backwards, nearly losing his balance.

But the attack keyed him in to Adam's approach, the snap-second reaction time of the Champ bringing the hammer to bear on his leaping foe. When the Oklahoman Patriot attempted to close the distance between the two, Sudden Death saw the opportunity to unleash his strength on an opponent who could be hit, using both hands to rapidly swing his enormous weapon directly at Adam's body. Jet rockets on the back of the hammerhead activated, enough force generated to shoot the hammer through the air were it not held in the grip of the One Man Pain Train. Were he to avoid the first blow, Sudden Death would carry all the way through with the swing, spinning 360 degrees with his feet to take another shot.

@sudden_death:

Adam made no attempt to stop the hammer, sent flying once again, almost all of his ribs shattered, and a few other bones as well. But as he hit the ground, he could already feel his injuries healing. In seconds he was on his feet again, and raising the shield in the air. The tip soared back and reattached itself. Adam tensed, and leapt up into the air, shield still raised, and shot towards the One Man Pain Train, attempting to hook on to his armor and kick him in the skull. If he succeeded, he would jump back down behind him, trying to slide the shield much like a credit card through a doorway, simply taking the man's strength out of the equation. With he armor, he was a match for even an nGod, but out of the armor, even a bodybuilder or enhanced human would be crushed.

@a-friend: @velocity_rush

Gotta help that girl now that he's not focused on me, no way she can take that speed freak on her own. Sentinel Hawk thought as she watched the battle from above. She slipped her mace onto its belt loop and took off like a shot. The sound barrier screamed as she hit Mach Four. She flew very low to the ground, perhaps a foot or two above it and dust and debris flew up in her wake like a wall. She counted down in her mind as she flew, well aware she'd need to time deceleration and acceleration almost flawlessly. If she hit too fast, she'd do more harm than good, too slow and she'd get grounded by the vortex. What she needed was a little controlled chaos, a good old fashioned Hawk Lord style absorption of damage.

Half a moment before she hit the vortex wall she folded her brought her wings forward like air breaks, greatly dropping her speed and then folded them onto her back. She hit the vortex like a bullet and the air storm did exactly as she had hoped, it robbed her of much of her speed and momentum but not all of it. She reached out and grabbed Little Green in both arms and pulled her tight to her body. She held the girl and rotated her position mid air with the use of her wings so that when she struck the ground in her out of control crash, she did so on her back and not on the body of Little Green.

Sentinel Hawk, holding the girl, slammed shoulder first into the ground and bounced out of the vortex. She hit the ground again and skipped across it like a stone across a pond. She lost count of the number of bones she felt breaking from each impact and eventually landed in a heap, her body having taken every bit of the damage and leaving Little Green perfectly intact. She let go of the girl and closed her eyes, taking a slow breath to try and focus past the pain. Her hyper regenerative properties were already taking place, repairing broken bones and lacerations within moments. She stood next to the girl she'd rescued from the vortex, gold blood stained her body and armor where she had been wounded only seconds before. By the time she was fully on her feet, she was unharmed.

Sentinel Hawk smiled a little at Little Green and pulled her mace from her belt. "Let's end this jerk while the big guy is distracted."

@a-friend: @sentinel_hawk:

1

His bladed feet slid to a stop, he had lost sight of her. The girl was ripped from his grasp once more, she was taken. Everyone knows you don't take a dogs food while it's eating and this was no different, he was the Apex predator here, he as the hunter and they were his prey. They were supposed to run in fear, supposed to cower as his jaws clamped down around their throats. Rather they fought back, they sought to compromise the food chain.

2

He gazed down at his white gloved hands, his right arm was coming back to him. The individual fingers twitching before he was able to move it once more, this was the hand he would use against her. This was the hand that would claim her life, this was the jaws of the predator. He gazed down at his left, it was only starting to regain feeling. This arm was for her, for the one that got in his way, for the bird. This was the jaw that would clamp down around her throat, the jaw that would snap her neck as if it were a twig. Each finger awaiting the taste of flesh, these were the teeth.

3

The mind of the Velocity Paragon raced as he made multiple minute decisions towards his next objective. His entire thought process would be complete before they even stopped sliding, his plan would be set and he would be ready. He would restore the natural order, show these bottom feeders who was in charge. They were cattle and he was the wolf, his body subconsciously began stalking them much like a beast does. Moving slowly around them with a watchful eye, watching for the right moment to unleash himself. To break the chain and severe their arms with his blades, the blades that carried him here, the ones that would claim their lives. These were the claws.

4

He could smell it from here, not fear, not courage, just speed. The smell of their combined speed emitted a tantalizing aroma, the hawk was fast, she was originally the main course. Sadly she was delivered before he could finish the entree, so he would have to take them both. In order to get to her though, he would have to get through the avian. Even now as he stalked them it was like a mother protecting her offspring, the offspring who's life he would claim. This was the wolf.

"Five"

The words slipped silently from his lips, like he was signaling himself to attack, to attack stronger then before. He could move at Mach 6 for 11 hours and 45 minutes longer. He had enough speed to crank it up to Mach 10 and still last another 7 hours and twenty minutes. This left the Anti-Speedster enough speed. He stopped his slow walk and assumed a position much like an Olympic runner, his fingertips gently touching against the surface of the arena. He looked up letting loose a savage snarl, he could feel the crowd watching him, feel them waiting for him to move. Those watching the fight between these three grew silent, a mixture of fear and anticipation driving them to speak only in hushed whispers.

The wolf moved, his body began rapid acceleration. Rather then a slow increase in speed he would push himself to Mach 10, the eruption of the sound barrier shook the arena and not to mention the equipment filming. People in the stands jumped from their seats, knowing there was security but still fearing his power. The Speed Stealer wasn't after them yet though, no he would sick his entire 7672 mph against those in front of him. He wouldn't attack from the front, no that was too direct, this opposition was a threat. Instead he would strike like a predator, he would use his entire body against her. Seeking to drop his shoulder and slam it into her right side. All his momentum would be transferred from himself into her, if he managed to land the hit then his next target would be the child. All he would need to do was touch her for a few moments, on contact she would feel her molecules rapidly speed up to the point of combustion. Igniting her body from the molecular level. This would cut his time down to 3 hours and 10 minutes but it didn't matter because if he managed to impact the hawk, if that hand managed to connect, she would suffer enough damage to hopefully incapacitate her. This would turn her from a child to an all you can eat buffet.

@a-friend: @velocity_rush: @sentinel_hawk: @general_issue:

Elsewhere

"Well, now it's over. They can see it."

"The cameras move too fast to pick it up. People are too focused on the action anyhow."

The Arena

The massive gash across the Titanium Titan's back did little to impede his progress towards victory, the enormous slice running down the spine of the armor from where Adam Rand's shield had cut it cleanly. No amount of internal fluid could disguise the extent of the damage, sparks flying from the One-Man-Pain-Train's shoulders as they shifted down to compensate for the exposed area of the armor. Internal circuitry rerouted, the computer reassessing its current situation and adapting.

"WELL STRUCK, G.I! BUT IT WON'T BE ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU FROM MY FEARFUL FLAIL!"he yelled, arm capsule opening to reveal a coiled chain with a wicked spiked cylinder at the end. With mechanical precision the arm moved, the weapon emerging and swinging in a circular motion until it had enough speed to give the illusion that it was merely a circle hanging from Sudden Death's wrist. With a great leap forward, the enormous combatant swung his arm about, seeking to wrap the sharpened weapon around the General Issue God's entire body.

@velocity_rush:

(Guess I'll post since no one else is)

Sentinel Hawk wasn't about to let this lunatic get to the girl she was defending. She watched the man carefully and had formulated her own plan by the time he had said the word five. He's going to try to use his speed to blitz me and either cripple me or move me out of the way. He doesn't know two things though. He doesn't know I'm covered in Nth Metal and he doesn't know I can regenerate from virtually any physical wound short of bodily destruction. I can't react as fast as he can so if I want to fight what he's about to do, I need to use those two things to my advantage.

She slipped her mace behind her while he stalked and transformed it into a spartan style shield. All she had to do now was figure out his most likely angel of approach. He wants to get to the girl, she's his real target. He won't come at me from behind because it gives the girl too much opportunity to escape. So that leaves...No more time. She acted on instinct and brought the shield to her side just as he took off. She felt the impact long before she ever saw it. He collided with her at speeds that instantly crushed the bones on that side of her body, not to mention liquefying several organs.

The pain was intense, but she pushed through it and reached out with her good arm and grabbed hold of him. The result should be that they both careened away from the girl rather than allowing him to carry himself into her, at least that was her plan. The other part of her plan took full advantage of her Nth Metal clothing as she channeled fifty thousand volts of electricity through her clothing and the Nth Metal shield (for a total of one hundred thousand volts) which should, presumably, move into his body as she turned herself into a giant electrical generator.

Either way she was thrown clear, hopefully with him and hopefully with him at least somewhat disabled. She crashed into the ground but by the time she'd hit the ground her wounds were already healing, her organs stitching back together and her bones repairing themselves. It would take her a few moments to fully recover, leaving her not so much defenseless as limited.

This seems interesting, can someone tell me what this WAS all about?