"I guess it had to come to this." the larger one says.
"It seems so."
At this, they both lunge forward, each tailed by red flares of their boosters. In the arm of the large machine, a green laserblade forms,fully and quickly. The red core materializes a shimmering, beautiful blue blade from the machine on its left arm. The shine from it brightens the room, and as the two meet, the blue beam rages in a fire-like fashion as they fling apart.
"I see...It seems that won't work, then." the large mech says, quickly aiming and taking a few large, powerful shots from its laser rifle as the red machine huls towards it again.
Sweat begins dripping from Izzy's face as he sits upwards, in a hurry from his bed. "...Weird..." he mutters, checking the clock before walking into the bathroom of the small living complex. The images flash back in his mind as he sits in the shower, a red machine wih a glorious blue laserblade. Thinking a few moments on what it could mean, he brushes it off and walks out, greeted by Cedric, already prepared and in his normal robes.
"Our match is today. You should probably eat something, we have an hour or two before the match." Cedric says, walking off. "I'll see you at the arena then...I'm going to watch a few matches there."
Izzy nods, and slips on a blue vest before walking outside, down the elevator, and into a metallic cafeteria surrounded in different restaraunts behind counters, several monitors flashing with the highlights of recent arena matchups around the area as well. He nabs a hamburger at one of the stands and takes a seat close to a larger monitor, watching several of the best arena competitors fighting for a while whilst he eats his mediocre breakfast.
"Grenades...would be a great invention, should they be attached to the arms..." he mutters in a random thought, getting up and checking another clock before walking off, back through the elevator, and right back into his bed, pushing a few buttons to re-set the alarm before passing out.
"It's time..." one of the loud announcers begins, "For the newest recruits to face off against eachother, in a display of skill and power! Who will be the next eye candy of the rookie-watchers? It all lies in this one match, which we can only wait to find who will win."
The familiar dome is prepared, the blue fields filling the area as fans cheer from behind them. Four hatches open throughout the arena, giving way to four similar ACs, the basic form with minor modifications. Izzy holds an AC with a black and orange coloring, as well as a laser rifle and the normal missiles. Cedric has an all-blue design, complete with several different shades of the color, and a machinegun in his arm. The other two have matching green and white patterns, one bulked up slightly with a shotgun, and the other holding only a single weapon; a towering grenade launcher on its back, as well as its laserblade.
The joints of all of the machines slowly fill with a red light as they begin their battle. As soon as the match begins, one of the white ones crouches and begins aiming at Izzy, while the other instinctively fires off the overboost, hurling it with a purple fire from its back towards the same opponent. A crackle sound fills the air as one of the grenade rounds flies towards Izzy.
Izzy lifts from the ground in a rapid jump, soon followed by the release of an overboost, flinging him right over the approaching round, and machine. Cedric soon joins by his side as they charge towards the grenade-firing sniper. Several rounds hurl from Cedric's bronze machinegun, sending sparks flying from the white enemy, who quickly jumps into the air and begins flying as far upwards as he can.
"Chase that guy down, I'll deal with the other one." Izzy says into the mic in his cockpit. Cedric takes to the air soon after, firing rounds all the way up. Izzy hurls into the air slightly, spinning around in a blaze of booster fire before firing several rounds from his rifle. Two hit the ground behind the quickly approaching target, while another rams into the thick mechanical foot, flinging the being off-balance for a moment, two more rounds forcing the shotgun out of its hand. In response, the white mech engages its blade and boosts quickly towards the black mechanical man. In response, Izzy pulls backwards, boosting to hasten this, and fires a single random round into the air.
The battle quickly takes to melee, as Izzy and the white machine swing twin red, shimmering blades at eachother. Waves of energy and waves of cheers fill the arena as an intense bladematch occurs, occasionally flung off balance by a shot from the laser rifle, usually deflected by the white mech's red beam. In a split second, though, all that's left of the white machines is a smoldering pile, the white machine falling like a comet, followed by a hail of machinegun fire.
"You have amazing aim..." Cedric says over the intercom. "Knocked his boosters right out with that shot. I guess that means we won."
"Great work, you two." the arena officer says, extending her hand. "You performed brilliantly, and I want to congradulate you each with a usual arena prize, only 5000 this time. As you move up the ranks, you'll gain more money."
Izzy shakes her hand, noting the money is probably already in his account. He walks past her afterwards, giving a very breif bow. Cedric shakes her hand as well, and walks off in a different direction. Another elevator trip and hallway later, Izzy arrives at the mission sector, recalling that he never reported for his debreifing some time ago in the same area. He takes a look at several large screens, detailing information from corperate income to controlled areas, warzones, and finally the jobs available for ravens. One of them catches his eye, simply titled "Assassin needed".
Reading down through the breifing, he notes the hiring corperation is named Guardia, and the mission is a highly classified assassination of another corperate executive. It's a fairly time-efficient assassination, the dropoff point near bridge the transport will be passing just before a tunnel. It also states no deductions will be taken off for destruction, due to the neutral stance of the area in question. Izzy smirks, and signs his name with one of the nearby electronic pens onto the monitor, above a signature line. The window closes, saying the detailed information will be sent to his e-mail later, and to deploy in roughly ten hours.
After dropping by the shop to oversee a few repairs and a minor generator upgrade with the prize money, Izzy embarks back to his room to wait for another battle in the towering machine.
