Paptimus wondered what kind of person his opponent was. He supposed though that it didn't matter; anyone would fall before the power of The O.
Treize – "I understand that this is to be a private duel?' Paptimus – "Yes, it will be." Treize – "Excellent. I do hope that you give it everything you have, otherwise it will have been a waste of my time." Paptimus – "You're awfully cocky." Treize – "You're correct. Bravado is superfluous. Let the battle determine our destinies." Announcer – "Fight!"
Paptimus did a quick scan of this suit, finding it had no long range weapons!
'Either he is very good or very stupid.' Paptimus thought.
The O then started the battle by firing his Beam Rifle at this "Epyon," but the thing was lightning fast and seemed aware of his movements. All his Newtype intuition and he still was unable to predict the way it would move. Still, speed is only one aspect of a battle.
'Stay as far out as you want Epyon, neither one of us can hit the other at range. This battle will be decided in close quarters.'
Treize – "Quite true, Paptimus."
Paptimus – "What the! How did you hear me?"
The sound of arrogant laughter filled The O's cockpit; no not arrogant, confident. The Epyon charged at The O with that same speed he had seen before.
Paptimus – "Don't think me an easy kill!"
He drew out The O's Beam Sword and charged at Epyon, he could sense surprise from this Treize. Apparently he did not expect such speed from a suit as large as The O. The Two suits met each other, Beam Swords burning bright. It was only one exchange, but the Epyon was taken aback by The O's massive size and power. The two suits were still in close proximity to one another.
Paptimus – "What do you think of me now?
Treize – "Look down at your left leg."
Paptimus did a quick scan and noticed some kind of Whip coming from the Epyon's shield that had a hold around The O's left leg! Paptimus struggled against the thing's grip, using his thrusters in an effort to escape. The Whip turned white hot with heat, and a tug from Treize brought the leg clean off.
Paptimus – "You're just playing with me, aren't you?" Treize – "You're not trying your hardest, are you?"
Paptimus, knowing he was being goaded into a hot-headed attack; instead he gathered himself and then unleashed his assault. Treize was a master of mobile suit combat; he parried every thrust, slash, and cut The O threw at him. Paptimus could only laugh.
Trieze – "Why are you laughing?"
Paptimus didn't answer with words; he instead activated his Hidden Arms and caught the Epyon off guard. Off went the Epyon's shield, but now the Epyon knew about the ace up Paptimus' sleeve. Quickly rebounding from the attack, the Epyon planted its Beam Sword into the main power center of The O; the fight was over.
Treize – "It took me a while to find your power source, what with all that armor of yours. The duel is mine. But I spare your life, for it would be a crime to kill a warrior such as you."
