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Post by F.A.T.E on Aug 1, 2016 3:15:01 GMT
Fate's smile stayed, even while her eyes narrowed and her pupils slit in focus. She followed Aegle's movements and stepped back with each one, just barely moving around each attack. However, Aegle had hit the one true kink in her fighting style, and that's not going on the defensive. While Fate backed away and managed to dodge each attack, that was because she had to, her aura so low after taking only a few attacks that one more solid hit would likely spell the end of the fight. The faunus didn't have a chance to counterattack or retaliate, as the way Fate fought relied fully on her opponent not being able to strike back. Aegle's clear disregard for personal safety and prevention of attacks in exchange for a more powerful offense made her the toughest person Fate was likely to fight, possibly ever. This was because they had such similar fighting styles, push the attack and make sure the other can't do anything about it, and Aegle had the advantage in that regard by not caring of her own protection. Even still, what Aegle had in determination and resolve, Fate had in sheer physical tenacity. As she moved there was not a hint of hesitation in her step, not a bead of sweat on her brow, and nary a hitch in her breath. In fact, it seemed that her breathing had stopped entirely, seeing as she never felt the need to replenish the air in her artificial lungs after it was forcibly expelled from them. Step, step, slide, slide, Fate's whole posture had changed from purely offensive to purely defensive, showcasing her fighting style similar to that of a martial artist. Her feet all but glided along the ground for how she moved, and how little the sloping terrain affected her.
All of her focus was spent on dodging each attack, gracefully weaving backwards and past Aegle's spiked fists. Against anyone else she would have been confident enough to press an attack, force the other back onto the defensive, but not Aegle. So instead she kept moving backwards, purely dodging and staying alive and hoping Aegle would burn out. Her overheat faded completely, the red glow of her skin and white glow of her claws dissipating entirely. She was getting no use out of the excess heat, as she couldn't even deflect a blow without risking the match. She felt the ground even out beneath her bare feet, heard the booming of thunder and crackle of lightning growing ever closer, and realized that even if it wasn't intended Aegle was pushing the fight rapidly into dangerous territory. Her feet touched upon grass as she sidestepped another uppercut, and an almost imperceptible wince hit her features as she fully realized where she was now. The storming plains, the part of the arena where Fate was at an inherit disadvantage because of her mechanical nature. Her movements became yet more defensive, with every movement ducking the tip of her metal body closer to the ground in the hopes of discouraging lightning from finding her conductive body. A bolt of lightning slammed into the ground close to her, causing her to jump and almost take a spiked fist to the stomach. She barely managed to swing her body backwards and around it and maintain her defensive retreat, but continued fighting in this environment may well hit her with a lightning bolt, and that would not only cause her to lose the match but with how little aura she had, could cause more lasting damage.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Aug 1, 2016 5:52:55 GMT
It seemed that Aegle and Fate had arrived at a stalemate. The former had lit upon a warpath, the likes of which the rest of the tournament had not seen. She had utterly forsaken defense in favor of a full out attack which had turned her steel shod hands into lightning flashes of orange and black. The Oupis shrieked and wailed like the heart of a cyclone, and each step she took came with the foreboding baritone of thunder. She was a tempestuous onslaught, a veritable storm in motion, bent wholly upon Fate's destruction, an utterly unstoppable force of radiate determination and howling glee. And yet Fate remained somehow unscathed. While it would have been wrong to say that she was holding her own, given that Aegle's full out assault had pushed her the entire way across the snowy mountains zone, it was no less impressive a feat that she had managed to entirely avoid the hail of savagely quick and brutally precise attacks leveled against her. She had done what no other opponent Aegle had ever had could have done, in that she had managed to weather the storm and come out entirely dry. Still, Aegle pressed the attack. As tireless as a downpour, she forged onward, forcing her foe back while simultaneously controlling her retreat. One step too far, one over extension, one misplaced dodge, and it all would have been over for Fate, and Aegle seemed to know it. She knew it more surely and clearly than anything she'd known throughout the course of the entire fight. All she had to do was outlast Fate, to keep up the assault until the faunus slipped up, until she dodge just a little too slowly or misjudged one strike.
As the scenery changed from snowy drifts to rain beaten grass, Aegle didn't notice. Not even as the squall whipped through her drooping mohawk and fluttered her shredded hoodie, not even when the scent of ozone accosted her olfactory senses. Even when lightning struck so close that it made the hair rise across her bloodied body, did Aegle, even for a second, take her manic emerald eyes off of Fate. She was no less vulnerable to lightning and its searingly hot caress, but the hazard meant about as much to Aegle as her definitely punctured lung. She recognized its presence, even acknowledge that it was not good for her, and then proceeded to wholly ignore it in favor of pressing her assault. She was panting loudly, gasping down mouthfuls of air which managed to be both laboriously deep and terminally shallow. Her skin ran with sweat wherever it was not thickly coated in blood, while her heart thundered in her ears, but Aegle never let up and never slowed. She was convinced that Fate had to make a mistake soon, had to be getting tired, that she had to do something other than let Aegle keep attacking. Another bolt of lightning pierced the ground, much closer to the pair this time, as though their very presence were somehow drawing the ire of the storm. Aegle, who wore a metal suit and was fitted head to toe in a mechanized mobility brace, and Fate who was secretly far more conductive, soon found themselves warring at the heart of the storm. Lightning thumped and crashed around them, striking in such concentration and with such frequency that thunderous staccato matched the machine gun hammering of Aegle's heart. Then, as Aegle was completing a piston lunge and loading up a follow up hook, her emerald eyes caught Fate's. And within them there was something both sublime and surreal. They stared out from a face alight with orange light, as if Aegle's skin had swallowed the sun, broken only by a wide white grin bordered in redder than red blood. And contained within that glance, as their eyes met for the barest second within the unending flurry of blows, Aegle broadcast a something she'd hitherto not shown. It was not manic glee, nor single minded determination, nor even the unflappable confidence she'd shown earlier in the fight. Instead, contained in that moment, unfolding before the whole world and yet visible only to Fate, desperation flashed in Aegle's emerald eyes.
She gasped, her muscles outstripping her remaining lung's capacity to supply them with air, while the Oupis groaned, driven to the absolute limits of its design, even despite the empowerment which Aegle's raw confidence had affixed to it. Her eyes watered, desperate to close after remaining open for so long, as Aegle had not blinked since she began her full out attack. Then, as she threw left hand out hook, and her eyes felt to its intended target, Aegle felt it. Beneath the burning that had set into each and every single one of her muscles, beneath the throb that seemed to reach all the way to her bones; Beneath the creeping pain of her burns and the searing pain of her cuts; Beneath the tightness in her lungs and the crushed agony of her ribs; Beneath even the rapid, piercing pain in her chest, Aegle felt the world grow, for lack of any better word to describe it, electric. It started, of all places, in the soles of her feet and felt as though hundreds of thousands of tiny ants with piercing feet had started to crawl across her skin. Next she felt those piercing feet become raw fire and flow over her and through her, and lance heavenward right as an equally severe swarm crashed down on her from above. And while one might think that it all would have happened too quickly to perceive, let alone in such fine detail, Aegle was conscious of every single instant as it flowed into the next, despite not even having enough time to shriek in surprise. Neither she nor Fate were safe in the heart of an electrical storm, and it had merely been a matter of timing and opportunity to decide which of them was struck first. And while Fate was primarily metal on the inside, Aegle was covered in it. The lightning bolt snapped through her, and, for a brief second, it illuminated the two interlocking steel rigs, and the tiny figure contained within. A tiny figure, still throwing a devastating left hook.
Hit or miss, it didn't matter, because no attack followed. The Oupis creaked quietly, its groaning swallowed in the omnipresent crackle of thunder, before it pitched over, Aegle within it, to fall flat on the ground at Fate's feet. All the lights had gone out, and even the quiet, thrumming hum had vanished. It was as inert as the metal it was made of, and the stinking of singed fabric and burning hair clung to it as thick as the ozone smell which permeated the rest of the plains. For a moment after, nothing happened. The Oupis simply laid there in the tall grass, like a broken toy with the batteries removed. Then a quiet clicking sound came from the fallen suit, followed directly by a quiet thump, and out from under the broken machine, crawled Aegle Vitus. The tips of her mohawk smoked lazily as she inched across the earth, dragging herself with her arms and pushing herself with her legs. The storm, sated briefly by earthing in a human shaped lighting rod, had abated just enough that, in the subsequent stillness, Aegle's ragged breathing could be heard. Shaking, she planted one bloody fist heavily in the dirt, then the other, and pushed herself unsteadily to her knees. She gasped quietly as she supported her weight on her ragged arms, both of which had been rendered sleeveless from the forearms down, exposing what the plates in her gloves had done to them. Then, with care, she forced herself onto her feet and into an unsteady slouch. Her arms hung heavily down before her, while her head remained bowed. Then her hands curled into fists and, in utter silence, she shakily brought them in front of her. Finally, she raised her head and, with limited success, drew back her shoulders. At last, her emerald eyes alighted upon Fate and, swallowing, she adopted a classic guarded stance which she scarcely seemed strong enough to maintain.
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Post by F.A.T.E on Aug 5, 2016 23:42:48 GMT
Aegle sped up more and more as lightning began striking all around them. Them being in the eye of the storm truly scared Fate, a single lightning bolt likely enough to end the fight. She did her best to keep dodging, so focused she barely noticed the crack of thunder pierce the sky, or the desperation in Aegle's eyes as she swung. Then the yellow bolt struck down upon them, arcing through Aegle and her metallic suit. Fate's eyes widened and she reached a hand out in panic. "Aegle!" She screamed, her words filled with worry and a small amount of fear. She didn't process the swing flying towards her until it was too late to react fully, only able to move with it to lessen the impact. She went sailing away, artificial blood flying out of a sudden gash in her left arm as she tumbled across the green plains. She sprung back up and started moving back towards the downed Aegle, guilt in her green eyes as she advanced towards the unmoving figure. She breathed a sigh of relief when the Oupis began moving again, only to gasp again as Aegle struggled to get herself out of it. When she stood and placed herself in a fighting stance, Fate sighed and looked at her with a sad look. "Are, are you okay?" Continued shaky breathing and the complete lack of sound from the mechanical exoskeleton Aegle wore told Fate all she needed to know. Blood still poured down her arm, though her aura was barely stable enough to stay in the fight according to the rules.
The storm sought to change that, as the air crackled and another bolt of lightning shot through the air. This time it hit Fate, as Aegle was suddenly far lower and less conductive then the fully metallic body of Fate. It hit her in one of her feline ears, coursing down through her body and dropping her to a knee. She screamed in pain, before those nerves shut off and she stopped making any noise. Emotion drained from her face, and she simply sat there on her knee as electricity coursed through her. Sparks flew from the wound on her left arm, and the artificial blood stopped forming, being replaced by a sudden black scab and freezing up. Her cat ears pressed backwards against her head, and she slowly began rising. The knee she was on started rising, her other leg placing under her as she stood sluggishly. One of her green eyes was slit, the other's circular green iris being faded from the bright emerald similar to Aegle's, to a dreary and deep forest green. Her left arm was stretched out at an odd angle, not quite straight out but not against her side, yet still fully extended and locked in place. She rose the other hand, the claws sticking out of her fingers each a different color with heat. Fate noticed that her heat was strange, and realized the lightning had caused her overheat to fluctuate and each piece of her body being at varying heat, and still changing every few seconds. "Out of all times, now would be the one to yield." Fate's words were completely monotone, not a hint of emotion or implication within them. Only the raw unfeeling truth of her words, as her safeguards had kicked in to prevent the intense pain from interfering with her combat capabilities.
"Omega Fate's aura has been depleted. Aegle Vitus wins!" Fate looked around in confusion, bringing up her aura levels to view them. The lightning strike had finished off her aura, in fact it had taken it fully to depletion. She hadn't noticed when it happened, but a burst of shattering white would have been seen as she was struck, her aura shattering around her. She nodded and took the time to hobble quickly out of the storming plains, her safeguards slowly fading away as she did so. Fate cringed as she walked, pain pulsing through her as she escaped the dangerous field. Turning back to Aegle, she smiled and nodded gently to her as she brought her left hand up to grasp the wound on her other arm. "It was a good fight my friend. Good luck in the finals!" With that she walked through the snowy mountain to exit the arena once more, cringing in pain as she hobbled on shaky legs with uneven steps. She'd been hit by so many electrical attacks recently, yet there was nothing she could do to stop that. She was mechanical, and nothing would change that. So she just had to bear through it, and get right back to the infirmary to get herself patched up again. Yet there was still a hint of happiness on her face, as she was glad that one of her friends would end up in the finals, and knowing Aegle would likely end up winning them.
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Post by Event Admin on Aug 9, 2016 16:32:08 GMT
Victory to Aegle Vitus, Moves on to Finals
FATE may play in the bronze match for third place
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