Yo, it has been awhile like always. Sorry for the wait. Anyone who is still out there, welcome to the next chapter!
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Well, lets get on with it. To the chapter!
Chapter 9: Semi-Finals
The first round of the singles portion was over and it was now down to four Medabots: Ninja-Blade, Kenoi, Kiono, and Rikorsha. At the moment, our hero duo were down in the repair pits fixing up the N-Strike body. The stress it took from using Warrior-Mode and just the battle with Mitsukai, Matt wasn't fully sure he'd be able to fix it in time if he and Blade got paired up against Rikorsha.
"Matt don't sweat it. We aren't here to win exactly you know." informed the NON-type.
"Yeah, yeah. I remember. This was just to have fun. But you know winning is just exciting!" yelled the boy enthusiastically.
"Yes, but winning is not everything." suddenly declared the shadow behind them.
"Space Medafighter X?" blinked Matt surprised. "You were awfully quiet during the last round that I swore you left."
"I had business to take care of. Besides, look there." pointed the masked man towards the stands.
"Eh? What are we looking for exactly?" questioned the other two.
"That." pointed SMX again, at a certain familiar figure in the stands.
"WHAT THE…!" cried the two in unison. In the stands was SMX, but he was there with them at the same time? What was going on?
"Relax, I had business to take care of during the start of the Singles Competition." calmed the older Medafighter. "That there is quite the life like dummy isn't it?"
"Er…when did you have time to put it there and make it hold a drink?" sweatdropped the Ninja.
"Simple, during the break of course between the rounds. I'm glad to see you two made it through. So what's the trouble exactly?"
"To put it simply, the N-Strike body won't be up before the next round. And it might not be up for the round after that either with the current tools." replied Matt. "And another thing…where the heck is Merrick? He's been gone for what feels like forever. I think we should've gave him a cell phone for these sort of situations."
"And do you really believe in his line of work, he would have been able to keep it on?" implored the masked Henry.
"Er…hmm…probably not…" admitted Matt. "But it's always possible. By the way, where is Arcbeetle?"
"In here." answered the voice of the KBT from Space's Medawatch.
"Guess you can't always stay outside, eh?" chuckled N-Blade lightly.
"Jokes aside now, let's get serious. If you can't get the N-Strike body repaired, which is your trump card, for the next round. What are you going to do if you are paired against that Sailor-type?"
"What we always do X. Just give it our all, nothing more we can do anyway unless Matty-o can fix up the NOS body. Which I don't think he'll be able to before time runs out."
"Mm…actually…I think I can…but I'll just have to hope Merrick went back home. Space! Watch over the N-Strike body for me. Come on Blade, we need to find either mom, Karen, or Ms. Caviar so we can borrow a cell phone!"
Without even waiting for their friend to respond, our heroes dashed off leaving SMX in their dust. Henry had a large sweatdrop on the back of his head and gave a sigh as he sat on the stool next to the Ninja-Strike body.
"Do you think they'll really be able to defeat the Sailor-type?" asked Arcbeetle.
"It's possible if they catch her either by surprise or in a group tactic. But in just a 1-on-1 confrontation. They'll have to be in perfect unity with one another to pull it off. So yes, I believe they can. Perhaps one of the few who can actually do it."
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Elsewhere in the competition grounds stood Mitsukai and her Medafighter. The two of them were watching their former opponents from a distance. They felt bitter they lost, yet at the same time, held an odd respect for the two. But how long that would last? Probably not very considering the situation the FLN feels towards the demi-reincarnation of Merrick aka N-Blade.
"Think they have what it takes to pull it off?" inquired Ms. Yamaguchi.
"Frankly no…and yet…yes, I believe they might by dumb luck…" snorted the Fallen Angel.
"Never rule out the luck factor when fighting an opponent. For they might find an opening in an attack you never expected that it was there. But the question of them being able to see the opening or just attacking blindly and being lucky in connecting is for all dispute."
"You made no sense whatsoever, but I understand to a degree. You mean just never factor it out. For a rash or desperate attack might break through an attack one might believe is unstoppable."
"Exactly." grinned the woman. "Hmm…but it would be quite fun to see what would happen to them to fight that Sailor-type, Rikorsha, without their precious trump card."
"Even with it, they might not win. She seems…tricky if a male Medabot faces her. As if a bot of the opposite gender compromises the match in her favor. Giving her the unfair advantage."
"So, you're saying the only one to defeat her would be a female Medabot?"
"Yes, or…" Mitsukai grinned ruefully before finishing. "…one damn lucky Ninja Medabot."
The two shared a laugh before heading away just as Matt ran off with Blade in search for a cell phone.
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In a more disclosed area away from most of the people and the stands, there were three of the defeated together. Marcus Bayah sitting on the ground against a tree, Axel Drowman with his arms crossed leaning against another tree, while Yuna Kanayushi sat neatly on the ground on a blanket. Not exactly three people to meet with one another, however Axel would have rights to visit with Yuna being her partner before. Yet, why was Bayah there?
"Alright, you know the plan right?" mused Bayah with a grin.
"We aren't stupid." growled Drowman. "We pick them off in small pockets. We have our targets. You have yours."
"Oh lets not argue about this again. He's just trying to make sure we'll be on task. And don't worry Marc. We'll be sure to get our targets. But wouldn't striking them after the tournament be way too soon?"
"Possibly, but it would also be the perfect opportunity as well." reasoned the teen.
"Not exactly." retorted Yuna. "After a tournament or any sort of big event, you leave with your friends. True, normally there would be a few who wouldn't be able to attend. However, those few tend to get a ride with their friends back to their place or near it. So, we'll just have to wait for the moment of opportunity before striking."
"I have to agree with her. Your plan to attack them would make the power balance horribly off. The three of us against all of them? It's a failure before it even begins." asserted the man.
"Alright, alright. You guys win. We'll get them when we get them."
"Get who?" questioned the voice of June Taoshi as she stepped into the area with two cups of soda. The three tensed suddenly and Axel made a move as if he was going to get the girl when a kick blind sided him out of nowhere.
"What the hell!" shouted the man as he spat out dirt and scrubbed his mouth. He was surprised his attacker was someone much shorter and punier than him. It was none other than Chaud Blaze, and like June he was carrying two cups of soda, one for him and the other for Yuna.
"Never lay harm to a lady unless they are to be placed under arrest or it was battle." declared Chaud coldly. "You mess with her, you mess with me."
The femme teen was shocked and surprised as well as more than a little confused at what was going on. She poked her friend Marcus trying to get his attention and try to clear a few things up.
"What's going on? And was he really going to hurt me?" whispered the girl.
"We're just discussing who'd we want to challenge to a Robattle after this…and then I'm going to assume Axel just panicked and made a move from reflex…then he shows up and kicks him since it's his reflex to stop people from hurting others." informed the teen.
Chaud blinked. "You mean you weren't going to hurt her?"
"Well duh!" snorted Axel as he spat out some more dirt. "Yuck…though…I admire your spirit and I did give you the wrong impression…but it would have been better to wait a few moments before attacking!"
"Heh…I guess…but I call them as it is. Here you go Yuna." said the preteen as he handed the drink to the girl. She thanked him kindly and began drinking. Being a good sport he offered his drink to the man he struck who declined and got a water canteen from a low branch on the tree and took a shallow drink to rinse out his mouth.
"You have some kick kid. Then again could have just been you catching me off balance as well." chuckled Drowman.
"Bit of both. Now who were you thinking of getting if I may ask?"
The three looked at one another then figured there was no harm in telling. "Pretty much the ones who took us out. That Matt kid and his friends. They seem tough and decent enough opponents for a good Robattle."
"Decent enough?" laughed June. "He beat us. That Amanda girl beat Axel. And Matt beat Trinity before as well."
"Hey…no rubbing it in." pouted Yuna cutely.
"Sorry, didn't mean to…but they are more than decent. They're good save a couple. But they might be fair opponents at least."
The five Medafighters began having a nice and calm friendly conversation with one another that didn't result in anymore sudden kicks out of nowhere.
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Merrick rode his motorcycle back home with many thoughts coursing through his head. For starters what was going to happen now that he had this vehicle. He knew he had to get a job, but where? And who would hire him considering he had no skills. And also the fact that in all technicalities, he wasn't even registered as an existing human being. He had no record, nothing…he wondered if Matt and Alexis could forge something for him.
Shrugging his shoulders he got off the cycle after setting the kickstand in place. He blinked as he got to the front door. On the porch there was a box and it was addressed to him, while having a big smiley face on it. He sweatdropped at the face, but was curious who would send him anything. His thoughts suddenly flashed to that pink haired girl.
"Great…now I'm not sure if I should open it…" muttered the Ninja. "And yet…curiosity tells me to. Lets open it!"
The young man summoned a kunai in hand and sliced the tape holding the box seams together deftly. He opened the box and pulled out the gift within. It was a black motorcycle helmet (it's one of those aerodynamic type ones that fit around the entire head and covers the mouth and whatnot), that was shiny slightly. It had silver wings streaking across the sides in contrast to the black wings crossing the sides of his motorcycle. Yet, there was an odd thing to it. There was no visor whatsoever to protect his eyes from the wind.
"Eh? Why isn't there some sort of visor?" sweatdropped Merrick. "Wonder if it fits. Then again, if that girl did send it. I bet it does."
Putting the helmet over his head, Merrick found out indeed it was a perfect fit. He blinked suddenly as a silverish black visor appeared in the helmet. Touching the visor he got a light zap, it was made from energy. Now this is interesting. Taking a look around, the scenery at the moment just looked as if he was looking through sunglasses. Pulling off the helmet, the visor vanished the second it was off.
"Wonder how I charge it." thought the man aloud as he tried opening the door then sweatdropped. Tapping his sides feeling for a key and sweatdropping heavily as he only felt his motorcycle key. "Great…forgot my key. Then again, Wolfbane is home. WOLFBANE! OPEN THE DOOR!"
Waiting a few moments he got no response. He began pounding on the door and ringing the bell like an annoying person and still nothing. Shrugging, he decided to pick the lock now. Digging into his pouch he pulled out a fine needle tool and worked his magic unlocking the door. Putting the tool back in his pocket, he came inside to find…
Wolfbane being very lazy and watching TV on the couch, yet…oddly having earphones on at the same time. Which defeats the purpose of watching television if one can't hear it. With an angry symbol on his forehead, he walked up to the Wolf and gave him a hard firm noogie.
"What's the big idea and not opening the door!" barked Merrick. The Wolf-type only looked up at him lazy-like. Then gave a stretch as he took off his earphones.
"Ya were at the door? So that what that racket was…" grinned the WLF amused.
"Grr…stinkin' lazy bum!"
"To get serious, what are you doing home? Matt lose and didn't want to stay?"
"Actually, I had a run in with way too many things…and just want a break to relax…"
"Ahh…well, plop down on the couch and I'll get ya something to drink."
"Thank you very much, Wolfbane." said the Ninja as he laid down on the couch relaxing. He closed his eyes for a moment when the phone rang. With a groan he got back up and picked up the wireless phone above his head. "Hello, Brochette residents…Merrick speaking."
"MERRICK!" exclaimed Matt's voice from the other end forcing the Ninja to hold the phone away from him like it was evil.
"What is it?"
"For starters! What are you home! And secondly, I need you to pick up some tools for me so I can repair the Ninja-Strike body."
"Mm…? Tools? What sort of tools?"
"Grab something to write with and I'll tell you everything I need and where you can find it." Merrick did so and held the phone to his ear.
"Alright, go." informed the Ninja. He began quickly writing down everything. "Ok, I got it. But I won't be able to get this stuff to you before the next round and unless you're lucky and you aren't the first person. You have extra time to work."
"Then I'll just have to rely on luck and that I don't battle Rikorsha either."
"That'll pit you either against Kenoi or Kiono."
"Yeah…and I'm sorta hoping for that. Since I am pretty sure I can take them on evenly without the N-Strike body."
"You know, you still might not be able to repair the N-Strike body even with these extra tools and parts. And at best, it sounds like a patch job. Meaning it could do more harm then good using the N-Strike body for the final round if you make it."
"Mm…good point, so what are you suggesting?"
"If you repair the N-Strike body, make sure you do a good job. Don't cut any corners. And if you can't manage to fix it all the way. Then, just battle your best with N-Blade as N-Blade. Winning isn't everything. But I know you wish to have more of a fighting chance at least."
"Yeah, that's the main reason why I want the N-Strike body up and about for the final match up if I'm lucky enough to avoid Rikorsha now anyway."
"Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can. But no promises I'll be there before the match up."
"Fair enough. Just get here soon!"
"Alright, bye." said Merrick as he hung up the phone. "Wolfbane! To the garage, we need to get these parts for Matt."
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"Fair enough. Just get here soon!" yelled Matt over the phone before hanging it up. He clipped the cell phone shut and handed it back to Karen. "Thank you very much."
"It was my pleasure." smiled the redhead.
"Hmm…actually…do you think I could borrow you and Neutranurse for a moment?"
"What for Matt?"
"To see if your Nurse's abilities can fix up what's ailing the N-Strike body."
"Alright, I'll be more than happy to help." chirped the girl.
"Thanks…but…where are the others?"
"Let's see. Alexis, Amanda, Ikki, and Koji are all lending a hand to help fix up Dex's Medabot Gutsman as well as making sure Kiono is in tiptop shape. Sam, Spike, and Sloan are getting food, Rintaro I believe is with them as well getting ice cream. I saw Warren heading over to X, and Isis is with your mom. Oh! And Erika is interviewing everyone of the defeated she didn't get to."
The two kids and Medabots headed back the way Matt came. The four of them returned quickly back the way the boy and Ninja bot came. Sitting on the stools, SMX and Warren were talking to one another. When the four joined up to the others, they were instantly greeted.
"Alright Karen and Neutranurse do your stuff and lets see if anything happens." quipped Matt. The girls nodded and Neutranurse stepped up to the N-Strike body and her arms began to glow sending a healing wave throughout the area. The boy genius went to the monitors and began running a diagnostic, good news the body was slightly better and would run, the bad news it was nowhere near full strength.
"Well, least I think I'll be able to repair it to full power if Merrick ever comes here with the tools." said the boy. "Thanks for trying though."
"You're welcome." nodded Karen. "I'll go get us some sodas. Anyone want anything else?"
"Um…hmm…uh……nope." laughed Warren as he finally came up to a decision.
"No thank you for the anything else, but thanks for offering to get drinks." replied Matt and SMX in odd unison. The two were blinking at one another, while N-Blade, the singer, and Dragonite were laughing.
"Alright. I'll be back soon." smiled the redhead as she took off skipping.
"Hehehe. Karen's too nice. But…I wonder how long it will take Merrick to get here." pondered Matt.
"Depends on how fast he gathers whatever you needed him to get. And if he was home for that matter." declared Warren.
"You didn't listen very carefully." chided SMX. "Him saying how he's wondering how long the Ninja will get here means he was home to begin with."
"Good point." laughed Warren. "Hmm…then considering how far your house is from here. And depending on how much stuff he is carrying. And how. Giving his speed. He could be here anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes. While the next round begins in about 10 more."
"Yeah, so regardless. Won't be able to fix up N-Strike to full power by next round."
"Then…it's up to me! N-Blade to win the gold!" laughed the NON-type.
"Eh…? What happened that we're in this just for fun and the like?" smirked the Ninja's Medafighter.
"Um…er…Nyah!" N-Blade's response caused the others to sweatdrop.
"Ok…looks like Blade is toast…" sweatdropped Matt more heavily.
"Couldn't have said it better. Guess he needs a diagnostic too." added SMX.
"No I don't. Now I want to win." announced N-Blade with a smirk in his voice.
"…" went the others.
"O…k…get him!" cried the trio in unison as they tackled N-Blade and wrestled to restrain him with random belt straps they got out of thin air (yes I'm not going to explain how they got them. Odd humor bit, explains all.).
"HEY! Let me go!" complained NON-type as he was struggling to get free. Just as his Medafighter set a few probes on his forehead then began running a system scan. Looking the screen over, everything came out fine.
"Guess he was telling the truth. He is fine." inform the boy sounding relieved.
"Oh believe a machine. But not believe a machine that is your friend?"
"Of course, since knowing you…I have no clue if I can trust your judgment at points. Since when someone is sick or have something wrong with them, they try to hide the fact and act all stubborn." explained Matt sagely.
"Oh cut the wisdom junk! You are just saying that because you're like that!" snapped Blade.
"What!" yelled Matt. "You're one to talk as well!"
As the two were arguing; Warren, Dragonite, and SMX were watching with amusement yet at the same time had multiple sweatdrops at the back of their heads. If these two lost their connection and planned on going their own way for the next round, they're as good as done for. They were about to intervene, when screams erupted from the crowd. That snapped the two bickering friends back to action, thinking this was some sort of attack.
Matt quickly untied Blade and SMX transported Arcbeetle. Dragonite took up an attack position and the three Medafighters were back-to-back with their Medabots in front of them. Wherever the problem was coming from, they wouldn't be caught off guard. Or would they?
When they saw what was causing the ruckus and were shocked. There was a maniac riding a motorcycle through the crowd. Albeit the rider was avoiding people, and the crowd literally just scattered to get out of the way. Then it hit them, the insane person was heading right for them! The guy was going to hit them and they now had no time to avoid him! Or so they thought.
The rider hit the brakes and was doing a spinning wheelie. When his front tire hit the ground around, the rest of the spin cut the rest of his speed and momentum, sliding him to a stop about a meter away from them. The rider set the kickstand in place and pulled off the knapsack he was wearing and handed it to Matt.
The boy was blinking, he recognized the knapsack, since it was his from home. But what was this weird rider doing with it? Then he realized, this rider was Merrick? He wasn't fully sure till the man pulled off his helmet revealing it was indeed the Ninja.
"MERRICK! YOU IDIOT!" cried the boy as he threw the knapsack to Warren as he tackled the Ninja. He was easily caught but the older male was knocked back a bit for being off balance.
"Hey…hey…in my defense you did say get those parts as fast as possible." laughed Merrick as he stuck his tongue out at the boy immaturely.
"Looks like he's the one in need of a medical scan…" muttered Warren lightly only to get bonked on the head by the Ninja Hero, causing a lump to appear on his head and anime swirls to appear in his eyes as he twitches lightly on the ground.
"Well here are your parts. Now I got to go park this thing. Bye for now!" waved Merrick as he flipped the kickstand back in place and walked his cycle to the parking lot.
"When did Merrick get a motorcycle? Let alone learn how to ride one?" questioned SMX.
"Are you thinking he stole it?" implored Matt.
"No, he'd never do that. But still…even if he did how does he know how to ride?"
"Natural?"
"Has to be, especially to pull off what he did to stop."
"Well, he got here quickly…he must have been ignoring all traffic laws…remind me to get him a traffic book for newbie drivers…or in his case rider."
"Alright. Mm…looks like the next round is about to start in about 3 minutes, Matt. I'll stay here with Warren with the N-Strike body. If you aren't the first match you can come back to repair."
"Thanks man! Blade, come on. We're going back to the stands." informed the Medafighter as he dashed back to the stands. On his way he met Karen, got his soda thanked her and headed back to the stands before changing his mind and headed for the stage instead.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Semi-Finals of the Citywide Robattle Tournament! There are only 4 contestants left and they are: Ninja-Blade, Kenoi, Kiono, and Rikorsha! Who of these 4 will advance to the finals and become our champion? Turn your heads to the view screen folks! To find out who will fight who!" boomed Holly. The view screen began to flash and then spat out random computer code before stating who fought who.
Match 1: Kenoi vs. Rikorsha
Battlefield: Water and Ice
Match 2: Kiono vs. N-Blade
Battlefield: Magma Field
Another ice stage for me? thought the SAM-type a little more than vexed.
I get to face Amanda's bot. Cool…but…maybe I should say hot considering I'll be fighting on a fiery stage. sweatdropped N-Blade.
I face N-Blade now. And in another hot stage…then again his old partner got a cold stage again. Sorta feel sorry for him. I wonder how the Magma Field will be setup. thought the WCG-type idly.
"Now will Kenoi and Rikorsha step onto the stage?" asked Holly.
"Ms. Caviar!" shouted Matt as he ran up to his former partner. "Good luck here. Try to use the stage to your advantage as much as possible. Keep distance as much as possible. She has an odd power as we saw in her last match."
"I'll take your advice into consideration." smiled the technician. "I'm a little annoyed that I get stuck in another ice field, but this time there will be water. So I'm going to guess it is ice platforms and glaciers. While falling in the water can mean certain doom for either side. Instant ice cube."
"This isn't a cartoon." laughed the boy. "But true, without swimming parts…a Medabot can't really swim."
"Yeah, so whoever gets forced into the water would pretty much lose." added the woman.
"Anyway, good luck again!" grinned Matt as he waved and headed back up the stands to his friends.
"Kenoi, lets do our best to defeat this Medabot."
"Affirmative." saluted Kenoi as he reverted back to his base form.
As Matt took his place back in the stands with his friends, he noticed something was wrong. No, it wasn't the fact he should be down in the Repair Pits. That he noticed and was about to correct. The thing that was wrong was that the powerful SLR-type was nowhere to be seen. That was very strange, considering ever since being late for the First Round, she was always on time for her other matches.
"Why break the habit now?" thought Matt aloud.
"So you noticed it to?" asked Ikki. "That Rikorsha is oddly late, like for her first match all over again?"
"Yeah…but something has to be holding her back…wants dramatics again?"
"Possible…or maybe she had enough with the tournament." ventured Erika.
"No, not possible." addressed N-Blade stubbornly. "No one but a wimp backs down like that, and she doesn't appear to be a wimp. Besides, I have to kick her butt!"
"…Blade…you are nuts. Come on, we have to head down to the pits anyway. I didn't mean to come back up to the stands…and I wonder why it's taking Merrick so long to park. Meh! Lets go!"
Before anyone could ask what he meant, Matt and his Medabot were already running down the stands to the Repair Pits. While Merrick was coming up the stands nibbling on a soft pretzel. The second the Ninja took his seat he got smacked by multiple people upside the head.
"Hey!"
"What you mean 'hey!'!" cried the others. "Where were you!"
"Um…hmm…who you believe…a high speed chase both afoot and on the roadways?" ventured Merrick.
"NO!"
"Then…I got nothing to say." grinned the man as he took another bite of his pretzel. That's when a giant dog pile got on him and a dust cloud causing his pretzel to go flying. "Wah! My pretzel!"
When the dust cleared, Merrick was tied with ropes and to the bleachers so he couldn't get free even if he wanted to. Someone caught his pretzel as it flew and stuffed it into the Ninja's mouth and then they sat back down as nothing out of the ordinary happened. Shrugging the best he could he gulped down his food and was out of the ropes and was wondering what was with the hold up.
"Well folks, it appears that there will be a delay. If Rikorsha does not appear in the next 5 minutes, she will be disqualified and the win automatically goes to Kenoi." proclaimed Holly.
The crowd was in an uproar, many jeers and boos filled the air. Popcorn was flying down the stage grounds. Shouts of "We came here to see a match!' and "You stink!" ripped through the air. The young teen announcer gained multiple tick marks on her forehead and whistled sharply into the microphone causing the noise to cease.
"I know you are all disappointed, but remember to behave accordingly. You have no right to yell like that. I know you came here to see a match, but rules are rules. If we wait all day then there would be no time to finish this and we'd have to continue at a different time. And will you people be able to come then?" questioned Holly glaring at the audience. "Relax and be easy, if she doesn't show up then she just doesn't show up!"
The crowd calmed down for a moment before people started showering popcorn down again. Holly gave a sigh and many of the gang were sweatdropping at the behavior. Then again, they didn't act any better themselves a moment ago when Merrick came back. N-Blade down in the pits was disappointed at the attitude of everyone and began gathering shadow energy in his hand when it happened…
A powerful gust of wind swept into the area hurling all the trash into the air before going into trash containers. From the source of the wind came forth a cloaked figure followed by Rikorsha who was back in her cloak but had the hood down. The figure was a woman, and she continued walking down towards the stage with Rikorsha, could this be the Sailor's Medafighter?
The woman was roughly 5'7 and that was all one could tell of her at the moment, besides the fact she was using a glaive as a walking staff. The weapon's haft was 6 feet long and made of a type of black steel, while the spear blade was 1.5 feet long made of a silvery blue metal, with a small hook on the side made for catching another weapon. As she walked she began loosening her cloak, threw back the hood and a sudden breeze caught the gray material causing it to billow behind her like a cape. She appeared to be 18 years of age and had a white skin complexion (suddenly makes me think vampire but hey, I'm weird like that). She had on a pair of black steel toed boots and a simple denim skirt that went to mid-thigh. Around her waist was a black belt that held the gray hilt of a short sword for close quarter combat. She wore a red top with the string-like straps crisscrossed over her shoulders and tied behind her back. On her hands were a pair of fingerless leather gloves, yet they weren't the same. On the right (the one holding the glaive) it was steel-backed for extra protection while the left was just plain. She had on a black and silver Medawatch over her left wrist. Her hair was white yet had rainbow streaks through it, twin bangs fell to either side of her face held by small brass rings in the middle, while the rest of it was straight and fell to the mid-back. Her eyes were an oddity, they were rainbow-like, each part of rainbow on her irises, before blending into a mix one moment before returning back to the other before settling on individual colors for a moment before repeating the cycle.
The crowd was quiet, stunned by how the wind came in and brought the trash into trash cans. While the fact they are seeing for the first time, Rikorsha's Medafighter. Or at least, someone who might be her Medafighter. With her free hand the woman tossed a card like a knife to Holly. The teen amazingly caught it between two fingers and on it were two words in blue green: "The Valkyrie."
"Well this match is a go! It's Ms. Caviar and her Samurai Kenoi versus the Unstoppable Rikorsha and her Medafighter who goes only by 'The Valkyrie' on the Water and Ice Battlefield!" exclaimed the announcer as the holo-emitters blazed to life.
The environment around the four suddenly changed. Ms. Caviar and Kenoi felt the familiar icy chill as a cold gust blew in from the right of them. Around them were multiple ice platforms of various sizes as far as they can see. With glaciers shattered here and there. The distance between platform and glacier varied and always changed if slightly. The water looked black and foreboding, with chunks of ice floating within. The four looked for Mr. Referee either digital or physical and saw no signs of him. Shrugging and they were about to start, somehow someway, a submarine surfaced out of the icy depths and out of the hatch was Mr. Referee in a parka.
"Then it's agreed!" boomed Mr. Referee. "I officially declare this a Tournament Robattle between Ms. Caviar's Kenoi and The Valkyrie's Rikorsha! The rules are simple, the first Medabot to stop the other from functioning wins! In this battle a special rule does apply, if you do not surface from the water in the time of 3 minutes the holographic matrix will shut down and you are automatically defeated. I, Mr. Referee, shall act as referee to make sure no one gets hurt! Medafighters, ready?"
"Yes." simply declared the mysterious Medafighter.
"Ready as I'll ever be." said the technician lightly nervous. The Valkyrie's eyes disturbed her and she shook her head quickly to clear it. She smirked devilishly in an uncharacteristic manner. "Let's rock!"
"MEDABOTS ROBATTLE!" roared Mr. Referee doing the hand slicing motion.
Neither side made a move, then suddenly the two vanished on the spot the only indication that they were on the move were the light motions of the ice bobbing in the water. On one of the larger and more stable the two clashed swords with one another. Big mistake for Kenoi, Rikorsha lashed out her hand to touch him but he vanished on the spot causing her to stumble forward. A hard kick connected to her back sending her sprawling along the ice.
He's improved even further so quickly… thought the SLR-type as she flipped back to her feet…only to have her feet knocked out from under her from a sliding kick from the SAM-type!
The femme Medabot fell right on her back and rolled out of the way to avoid a sword strike. She never recalled seeing the Samurai hit a downed opponent before. Could it be because he is in his base form he doesn't consider himself a noble warrior? Slamming the heel of her foot into the bridge of Kenoi's nose. She picked herself up and spun, slamming the side of her foot into the male bot's head causing him to stumble to the left, but not quite fall. That was soon to change as she went into a quick leg sweep.
She brought her short sword into a quick stab then blinked as her blade was buried to the hilt in the ice. Her target vanished from her again! This was getting a little more than annoying already, he wished to play like that, then fine. She vanished from the spot as a sword came slicing from her left.
The Prototype skid to a stop before falling off completely from the icy stage. Not wishing to stay out in the open and so close to the edge of one of the many floes (was going to type ice floes, but that's redundant due to a floe being a flat chunk of floating ice). As he took a small leap to another floating piece of ice, a sai flew through the air hitting him in the head causing him to land directly on the edge of the ice. Which caused him to slip and slide into the icy water.
Appearing on the ice with a smirk, Rikorsha retrieved her sai and was about to tuck it behind her belt when Kenoi's manrikigusari exploded out of the water and wrapped around her wrist. Grunting for not wanting to get pulled under, she used her strength to pull the Samurai out of the water. When he was pulled out of the water, Kenoi was in Samurai-Mode and came down with a powerful slash.
Only to blink as his opponent was gone, and with a gasp he dived to the side quickly as his sword caused the entire land of ice to shatter. Breathing a mild sigh of relief, a cry for his Medafighter forced him to leap to the air as Rikorsha's blade (which was retrieved as Kenoi tried to slash her) hit the ice causing a tri-slash of fire to appear ice. Shocked with surprise of the attack, he didn't realize that he was falling down to no man's land back into the icy depths.
Realization hit him like a punch in the stomach and he quickly reverted back to his base form and actually dived into the water! Has he lost his mind? His opponent thought so as she stared at him dive into the water with little to no splash. What is he planning? I doubt he actually wants to give up. And why revert back to his base form? Could it have some hidden power?
She blinked as she felt the ice she was on starting to shake as if there was an earthquake. Then it hit her and she quickly began jumping from floe to floe. Every platform and iceberg were being swirled around and around getting drawn into a whirlpool. Those platforms included the ones the Medafighters were standing on and Mr. Referee's sub. Before they were drawn too far within the water began spiraling out creating a cyclone of water.
The water fell with enough force sending all the ice pushed further away and leaving no safety zone for a certain Samurai Medabot. Kenoi while spinning re-engaged Samurai-Mode, and his optics scanned for Rikorsha. Finding his target he began slashing his sword rapidly sending multiple blades of air sailing towards her.
Grr…I didn't think I'd have to take it to another level for this match. thought Rikorsha. But he's giving me no choice.
Before the air waves could strike, they hit an invisible barrier. When they struck that invisible barrier the air mass appeared to just swirl all around powerfully before fizzling to nothingness. Growling, the SAM-type swung his sword sending a stronger wave of air flying towards his opponent but the same result happened again. He sunk back into the water once again. Yet he realized what was going on.
Hot air striking a sudden mass of cold air which my attacks are carrying would cause them to void when colliding with one another. But, to be able to heat the air around a certain area without effecting the ice around her…now that is something I never thought to see besides from Ruby… thought the Samurai. So…it just means there is just another fire elemental to deal with. Explains her weakness to water.
He might not have had any swimming parts, but like all Medabots they were waterproof. Just those actually suited for water combat were better equip for it. Swiveling around so he was facing what would be the bottom if their was ground in this virtual environment and had his sword positioned horizontally. Spinning his sword and using it as a propeller he launched himself out of the water and landed on top of a floe, his sword pointed at his foe.
"I know what you are." declared the Prototype dramatically. "You're a fire elementalist. And in this battlefield you're at a major disadvantage. Your tournament days are over!"
"Are you through?" smirked Rikorsha.
"What?"
"I asked if you were through. Talk is cheap as they say, actions speak louder than words. I maybe be at the disadvantage as you say, but I know how to work around them!"
With that the femme charged at him straight on, literally running on water to get at him. Water spraying behind her, her sword glinting in the light. Katana collided with short sword sending out a shockwave. The two blades struck one another in rapid succession before suddenly the Sailor's left blade armlet extended and caught him hard in the chest.
Kenoi stumbled back clutching his chest, shocked at feeling the heat. Looking at the bladed armlet, it was glowing faintly. She channeled her fire energy into the blade. Making it so there was less chance of her damaging the stage and screwing herself over in the process. Clever. The Samurai began running to the west now. Smirking as he was being followed in hot pursuit. He quickly swiveled around.
"Koorisui Ken (Ice Water Sword)!"
This caught Rikorsha by surprise since she didn't expect her opponent to have powers! Yet…he didn't, he raised his sword and simply swung as if he was doing his Air Cannon technique, and yet in a sense he was. The force of his blade hitting the ice caused it to crack exposing the water beneath it. The wave of air was quickly transformed into one of water filled with ice shards flying right for her. Snapping out of it, she jumped to the left, but not fast enough. The wave hit her right hand, sending her sword flying back into the air and down into the icy depths. The SLR drew out her sais and lunged at the SAM-type, but he simply evaded her and gave her a hard chop to the back of the neck.
"Get a hold of yourself and don't hold back. This match is just a warm up for either of us since, you know and I know that N-Blade will beat Kiono. And if he doesn't, then well…that Cat is stronger than I give him credit for. Give me everything thing you got and I'll meet it!"
As she was on the ground, she was surprised from what she was hearing. He was being serious to his words, or as she is believing…just plain insane considering the last match from how he acted. But that could have just been N-Blade influence. Getting to her feet slowly she stepped back from Kenoi and nodded holding her sais in an offensive and defensive position.
The two dashed at one another and Kenoi ended up losing his sword while the femme lost one of her sais. Smirking she suddenly hurled it at the Samurai but he simply batted it away with his hand. Large mistake, since it was a diversion! A large array of fireballs were flying towards him. Drawing out his tessen, he left the weapon furled then at the last moment unfurled it as he used the steel fan to deflect the fireballs.
Scanning the field while blocking the fireball onslaught he caught sight of his sword. It was teetering on the edge, just about to fall over and into the icy water. Cursing softly the SAM-type dove to the right now to avoid the fireballs. Not taking a chance to look back he continued his run to the right to feint, then later double back to get his sword. If he did look back he would have noticed his opponent was one move ahead of him. He took the long way around where Rikorsha was waiting for him over his sword.
"Not a bad plan, but it was obvious. Now…good-bye! FIERY BLADES!"
The blades on the Sailor's armlets extended and glowed with red energy extending them. She crossed her arms over her chest and leapt at Kenoi slashed in X-formation, the blades of fire cutting a deep black X into his chest. As he was thrown back and sliding on the ice at rapid speeds towards the frigid waters, one thought coursed through his mind. I can't lose now…!
Digging his fingers into the ice he managed to pull himself up to a crouch, using the leg behind him as a better anchor. He made a mad dash for the SLR, the femme bot thought he snapped and ran to meet him head on. That's when it happened, Kenoi had his hachiwari out and threw it at her. The powerful femme slashed out her arms to knock the baton weapon away, just as Kenoi went into a slide kicking her feet out from under her and headed towards his sword. The tip of his heel hit the sword and sent it over the edge.
Growling in frustration he plunged his hand into the freezing water and snatched it up by the blade just before it went beyond his grasp. He did a quick one armed handstand as a flaming whip suddenly lashed out at him. Pushing himself up to do a quick backflip, his sword spinning out of the water now. He dashed and caught it out from the air and went into an attack stance.
"This has gone on long enough." said the Valkyrie suddenly.
"I agree." nodded the SLR-type.
"It's time to end it."
"I'll give you one chance, Kenoi since you fought so valiantly. Submit and you won't be harmed."
"And what makes you so sure you can end this?"
"So that's your choice then? Alright…but don't say I didn't give you a chance. Overdrive: Flaming Dragon!"
The air suddenly became quite warm, something that doesn't fit with the cold climate the holographic matrix represents. Kenoi then realized where the heat was coming from and it was from Rikorsha. So this was her power at it's fullest? Or was it just one of many things hidden up her sleeve? The air shimmered around the femme, but something was wrong. Despite all the heat, the ice wasn't melting beneath her…did she have that much control over her powers? Or was the ice just so much thicker there? Throwing out her hand, a large fiery red Chinese dragon snaked out and rushed towards Kenoi, but he didn't make a move. He wasn't going to run, not this time, not next time, not ever. He held up his katana up poised to strike.
Blade…you better be watching…cause this might help you if I don't make it through. thought the Samurai. "HEAVY AIR CANNON!"
Now this is a first… thought the Valkyrie. Most when seeing this move are either terrified or just try to run. None ever tried to actually counter attack before. I wonder if his attack would have been for nothing.
The SAM-type slammed his sword down into the ice creating a powerful wave of air rushing out to meet the dragon of flame. Unlike when he did Ice Water Sword, no water nor any ice flew with this attack. The wave was digging a deep trench into ice while the Flaming Dragon technique was melting all the ice and causing steam to fly up into the air all around it as it flew. The two attacks hit one another head on.
The Heavy Air Cannon attack began slicing through the fiery dragon, causing the flames to fly out in a forked pattern. The Valkyrie and Rikorsha were both surprised at the power of the counter attack. Yet, it only managed to get four-fifths of the way before giving out (yet, considering this was the largest of all the ice floes out there, being 30 meters long, while both opponents were 25 meters apart. If he was closer his attack would have made it). The forked flame took shape as two separate fire dragons now and sailed towards Kenoi in a corkscrew pattern.
The Samurai watched the flaming lizards race towards him and he sheathed his sword and made no move to evade the attack. I guess I lose. The flames engulfed him then, shooting steam high into the air. The holographic matrix collapsed revealing Kenoi to be nothing more than a melted wreck. The crowd was stunned into silence. Normally, a melted wreck wouldn't stun them…but it was due to the fact that the what was once a SAM-type was so melted, his Medal didn't even eject. He simply shutdown.
Rikorsha simply gathered her fallen weapons and left the stage with her Medafighter before Mr. Referee even declared her the winner. No one really seemed to notice them leave, save three people: Merrick, Matt, and N-Blade. The stats flashed across the screen as normal, since Holly was just shocked. Winner: Rikorsha. Time: 10:00:00. It even showed a replay of the last moment of the fight.
To say either Matt or N-Blade weren't at least a little shaken up would have been an understatement. But for the Ninja, that fear turned to a cold fury. He couldn't believe his friend just gave up like that in the end. But he could have seen why. His chance for a counter attack had failed, and it would have been a coward's way out to try and run then. He lost with honor. But, he would not let Rikorsha get away with what she did. Melting him so, he had to win now more than ever to face her in the final round.
"Matt," spoke the Ninja-type calmly. "I know you are shaken up…so was I…but we still have to win the next match. Then when we face Rikorsha…regardless of having the N-Strike body or not…I'm going all out against her."
"But…" Matt started to object before N-Blade cut him off.
"No buts about this man, we have to win so I can get justice."
"Mm…alright. Let's do this." grinned the kid getting back in gear. The two of them headed for the stage. Warren and SMX watched them go.
"You still sure they can win now?" questioned the singer.
"I still believe they can…but N-Blade will have to lose that fury boiling inside of him. And considering the battlefield he will fight on…it will be all too much of a reminder of what happened to Kenoi."
Back on the stage, Merrick was watching Valkyrie and Rikorsha leave. His memory flashed and now…he wasn't so sure if all this stuff was a coincidence any longer. No one appeared to notice his leaving. First he headed off to a concession stand to get another soft pretzel this time with cheese. Then he would trail after the two femme.
As Matt took to the stage, he noticed two things. One no one seemed to acknowledge him being on the stage, and secondly they still seemed stunned as if not believing what happened before. Even though Ms. Caviar collected herself to gather up Kenoi with her repair team, the crowd and the announcer were still out of it. Heck, Amanda wasn't even on the stage either.
Nodding to N-blade, the NON-type raised one of his arms towards the air. He fired one of his normal shuriken, but this one was coated in his shadow energy. One the star flew a certain height, it exploded with a loud bang. That got everything back in gear and things started flowing smoothly once again.
"Folks, welcome to the second and final match of the semi-finals. Who of our contestants will win here today to face on the powerful Rikorsha and her Medafighter The Valkyrie? Will it be the Fearsome Winged Cat Guardian Kiono and his Medafighter Amanda Seal? Or will it be the Quick and Stealthy Ninja Medabot N-Blade and his Medafighter Matt Brochette? Whoever it will be, will they be strong enough to handle that Sailor-type?"
Since when is Kiono fearsome? sweatdropped Matt. Then again since when does N-Blade use stealth? Ok…that one is true in certain cases. But whatever! It's time to rock!
Magma…another hot playing field for us. Yet, this should be able to help us as well considering the thermals caused by the heat. However…hmm…well I can't speculate too much till I see the field. muttered Amanda mentally.
Hmm…whoever wins this match will have to face Rikorsha…and from that powerful attack she used against that Samurai-type. I wonder if either side truly wishes to win. thought Holly.
The holographic engaged and the two Medabots and their Medafighters were instantly transported to a blazing hot environment. Matt was personally thinking the battlefield would just be set over lava with stone pillars here and there, but he didn't fully think it through. Magma as by definition is the molten rock under the earth's crust, so this battlefield was set within the magma chamber of a volcano.
The two Medafighters and Medabots were located on opposite ends of an earthen ring ledge over the liquid rock. Nearly 20 meters below them was the magma, hot thick bubbles burst all about the surface randomly causing them to splatter their substance across the stone pillars of different shapes, sizes, and most likely stability. About 40 meters above them were many spikes formed by the substance below. Nearly in the middle of the ceiling was the main ventilation access for the magma. In all hopes, Matt especially, wished this holographic simulation wouldn't vent any of the molten rock while they were battling. From 40 meters away from the center a drill burst through the rock and it was Mr. Referee wearing a heat protection suit.
Why does he get one? sourly thought the Medafighters.
"Then it's agreed!" chuckled Mr. Referee taking off his helmet. "I officially declare this a Tournament Robattle between Matt's Ninja-Blade and Amanda's Kiono! The rules are simple, the first to stop the other from functioning wins. However, there is a special rule in effect. If you are thrown into the magma you are defeated, unless by some chance the computer decides otherwise and does not shut down the holographic matrix. Medafighters, ready?"
"Yes!" exclaimed both sides.
"MEDABOTS ROBATTLE!"
N-Blade wasted no time as he leapt off the ridge down to one of the nearest columns of harden magma. Kiono oddly followed suit instead of opening his wings to take flight, but the Ninja paid this oddity no heed. Spring boarding off each different shaped pillar, the NON-type drew his sword and slashed at the Winged Feline. The WCG-type deflected the attack with his golden gauntlet. N-Blade flipped back and landed spider-like to the side of a pillar.
"Ok…now that's a first…I never seen or heard of you being able to cling to things." sweatdropped Kiono.
"In truth, neither did I…" admitted the NON.
"What!" exclaimed the Cat. "But you are clinging right now!"
"Eh, technicalities."
"Now that doesn't even many any sense…"
"Whatever."
N-Blade began climbing up the pillar like a spider before running up on it on his two feet. Now that one, Kiono would have understood…if this was flat surface and he had a running start to boot considering he's seen bots defy gravity that way. But at the moment, he was starting to believe the Ninja's powers were working subconsciously now. Wasting no time now, he spread his wings and delivered his Sonic Punch attack to the stone causing it to break.
The NON-type's optics held a smirk as the stone broke under his feet. He backflipped and had Winged Cat Guardian in his sights. He let loose a volley of explosive shuriken right on his opponent's back. His attack hit his foe dead on and caused him to fall towards the magma. Without even looking he stabbed his sword into a pillar stopping his fall towards the molten rock.
It truly did look like Kiono was finished but nearly at the last moment he unfurled his wings, the heated thermals causing him to be lifted him high up into the air. At first his flying was unstable, due to not being too used to the heated air. He was beginning to think he'd never get the hang of it exactly, the air mass within here seemed to fluctuate making it more than a little difficult.
"Idiot…trying to fly in here? Planes have trouble flying around activate volcanoes due to the heat. What he expect within a magma chamber of a volcano?" asked N-Blade to no one in particular. Climbing up to the top of the pillar he was on he took aim and fired. His shuriken were nowhere close to hitting Kiono.
"Ha! You missed!" taunted the WCG-type.
"Oh did I?" mused the Ninja.
His two explosive stars hit the ceiling above the Winged Feline, the desired effect was better than he could have hoped for and that was going to be a massive problem. A crack appeared in the roof and then it spread all over the place, tons of spires and a large portion of the ceiling caved in and it began raining on them. Kiono did a variety of aerial evasion tactics and began smashing and kicking what came close to hitting him. While N-Blade bounced from pillar to pillar once again. While the stones rained down upon the columns destroying bits and pieces of them. While the rest fell into the magma below. When it all settled down Kiono was more than annoyed.
"You are so dead…" growled the WCG. "SWIRLING ETHEREAL FIST!"
This was something new that Matt never seen before, of all his friends Amanda's Medabot was the one he knew least about. But if the Ethereal Fist was anything like Ethereal Punch from the last round, he wasn't sure what he was going to do with it. (A/N: You know, I have no clue why I have such a hard time typing "ethereal" and typing in capitals doesn't help considering I have my spell check ignore it. So if you see "etheral" you know I mean "ethereal") He watched Kiono freefall towards the molten rock, was he suicidal?
He saw the Winged Cat begin to spin and gesture with his hands then pushed them together. Making a double fisted punch a green beam began slicing all the columns as he dove. At nearly the last moment he pulled out of the dive and shot straight up for the air, while N-Blade was jumping from rock to rock trying to avoid going down. Then it hit him perhaps he should just go down. Then again, he didn't want to trust any of these old cooled magma chunks to float and survive being exposed to the hot rock juice again. Yet, there really wasn't much choice left. So when it was all done, N-Blade was down on the tallest of the cut pillars, while Kiono was sky high.
"Damn…this was not one of the brightest ideas I ever had. Grr…forget this…not holding back!" growled the NON-type as he suddenly surged with shadow energy. The entire surface of the liquid fire was coated in darkness, cutting off the Medafighters main source of light. The only source of light was a heavily dim one that came from the main ventilation hole area. It was barely enough to make anyone tell they were moving their hands in front of their faces.
Being a feline, Kiono was able to see in the dark better. Yet this darkness was ridiculous, he wasn't even sure how far in front of him he was able to truly see. All sense of space and direction seemed lost to him. He saw a flash of steel to his left then to his right then just below him? What the heck was going on? How was N-Blade all over the place? A sword slashed and lashed out at him from all directions. He was being sliced to shreds.
The Winged Guardian was falling into the abyss just as the vanished from all around them all. N-Blade was fully black in his night time stealth mode--Ninja of Night hanging from the ceiling on a black chain. As he saw Kiono fall towards the magma he lashed out his hand and another black chain of shadow energy shot forth from it wrapping around the Feline and saving him from the fiery doom. Swinging back and forth over and over he managed to throw his foe to Amanda's feet. The WCG-type struggled to get up, but the mincemeat treatment he received in the darkness was too much for him. He collapsed his medal ejecting.
"Function ceased! The winners are Matt and Ninja-Blade!" declared Mr. Referee.
The hologram ceased to exist and N-Blade fell out of the air. He made a show of it flipping in the air and shifting back to his normal form as he landing on the ground in a crouch. The crowd let loose their cheers for the Ninja. Yet it was unknown if it was for his stunt, his performance in the Robattle, or perhaps important of all his sportsmanship of saving his downed opponent.
Holly's announcements fell on deaf ears for Matt, he won now and would face another powerful opponent in the next round. Someone that fragged Kenoi with almost no remorse. But they have something their Samurai friend didn't…true magic powers to counter it. Yet, if Heavy Air Cannon which was strong enough to counter the Plasma Blast attack in the last round…why couldn't it counter this fire all the way? Too many questions and thoughts were going on in Matt's head. He motioned for Blade to follow as he headed for the Repair Pits for the N-Strike body.
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Somewhere a few miles away from where Merrick blew out the thieves' truck was a broken down warehouse. Or at least it appeared to be a broken down warehouse on the outside, while on the inside it was HQ for a small branched division of the Japanese Mafia--Yakuza. Their leader was a saucy and quick tempered, emerald eyed redheaded woman by the name of Trish Yulan. Who was currently tuning up her motorcycle.
"Hey Boss!" called out Troy Bower the second-in-command of the small division. "You got a phone call."
"And who is it?"
"Meda-Evil."
"Grr…what does that man want?"
"Don't know, don't care. Just that he wants to talk to you."
"Don't take your rank for granted. Because of your poor driving we lost our truck."
"Because of my poor driving we didn't lose our lives when that Ninja threw his power boosted kunai at our engine!"
"That might be true but you still lost us a truck."
"Gawd…I was already in the process of upgrading a new one regardless. Just gives me more reason to work on it now." groaned the man.
"Good, in the mean time. Finish up for me." ordered the woman. "I have to take this man's call."
"Aye aye, Boss." saluted Troy with a grin, the two always liked to poke one another's buttons as he got to work on his leader's bike.
Shaking her head with a light laugh, she headed into one of the rooms where there was a laptop hooked up to the phone waiting for her. Sitting down in the chair she took a deep breath before flipping the laptop open and was greeted with the ugly mug of the crazy leader of the Rubberobos.
"Greetings, Trish. I heard you had a run-in with the Ninja of Shadows earlier today."
"What!" barked the woman. "How did you hear about that so quickly?"
"I have eyes and ears everywhere." smirked the scientist. "Did you get the parts?"
"Of course we did, you didn't have to call for that. I don't give a damn if you are currently allied with us, we know how to do our job, unlike some people."
"Ooh, I'm so hurt. Where's the love?"
"Tell me why the hell you called." demanded Yulan.
"There is a reason why I allied myself with Yakuza, and that is to get payback on a certain man. And you know who I mean for he stopped a few minor jobs of your organization as well. I want the Ninja dead!"
"As you say those jobs were minor, however he has stopped a few major ones and caused a few of our members to go to jail if for other crimes. As well as try to stop this one and this one was a big one. But what are you thinking if your pet couldn't stop him?"
"How was I supposed to know he would turn out to be more powerful than Nisiko?" growled the man. "However, you have better connections as the mafia with the underground. I want you to tell the underground bounty hunters, the best of the best out there, that I am personally putting a bounty of 200 million American for him dead."
"You know, even with that much money and his reputation I don't believe that will call many out to come face him. And you know what I mean, I mean the actually great bounty hunters. It might call out a few to see why he is worth so much, but most you'll get would be hotshots thinking they could take him."
"Doesn't matter. Just let them know that there is a bounty on his head. The money alone will end up drawing people to him. And if he takes out enough of the rookies, you know it would draw attention from the larger powers."
"True…alright I'll do it." informed the woman. Meda-Evil just laughed in response and Trish wanted so badly to just cut the connection.
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Back in the Tournament the Valkyrie and Rikorsha were walking trying to find a quiet spot for the final match up. A few timid people mustered up their courage to actually get an autograph from the duo. Taking a moment from their time they did sign them and continued on. The two stopped dead for a moment and scanned the area, someone was following them but they couldn't tell from where. And yet, they weren't sure if it was just another shy fan either trying to make up their mind for an autograph. Shrugging they continued on their way for a quiet spot.
"Hold it!" shouted Merrick. The two stopped before the Ninja as appeared in a puff of smoke with his ghi donned and sword drawn.
"What do you want?" inquired the woman.
"You know what I want! I want answers Valkyrie! Or should I say Vienna Cidonaira!"
To Be Continued…
And it has been another chapter…what can I say? What sort of bounty hunters will go after Merrick? What will be the outcome between Rikorsha and N-Blade? Will the N-Strike body be repaired in time? And even if it is, will Blade wish to use it? Who is the Valkyrie? And why is Merrick calling her Vienna Cidonaira? Does he know her? Is she from his past? Or has he snapped and lost it all together now? What will happen? What will happen! Find out in the next installment of Flight with Darkness!
(Woo, first time I uploaded this, forgot dedications. Shows what happens when ya rush things.)
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