Breakah vs Lizzi

Lizzi  	A crack of thunder and flashes of electricity through the sky would pre-empt the lightning strike touching down to the Arena's center, crackling and drawing out for a solid two seconds before fading. Lizzy would arrive this time with her whole arsenal on her, instead of making the mistakes of her last two bouts in the arena. Her magnetic combat boots led up into a pair of urban camo military pants and a black tanktop worn under her standard metal limb plating and tactical shock vest. She'd pluck her vibrosword from her back and stab it into the ground before following suit with her two vibrodaggers, tossing them out to the ground in front of her. Reaching back she'd adjust two of the throwing knives sheathed at the back of her belt and tighten the wrist-straps that held the other two, lastly moving to the belt of stims and retrieving a blue and red one, inserting them into the slots on the sides of her shock vest. "Sure you wanna fight me? I'm looking to push myself right up to the line of death, find my true limits."

breakah  	"I am all about surpassing one's limits!" It had been some time since his last battle, and he was admittedly quite nervous, despite his impressive capabilities -- he was a worry wart, truth be told, no confidence in himself. "Please, let us battle with sincerity, friend." He's tall, perhaps dauntingly so, and broad at the shoulders, which were mantled in a thick, flowing white curtain of fur on one shoulder and the head of some great wolf once roaming snow-filled lands long ago; at his left hip there hung a blade as long as it was dangerous, left arm resting at the wrist just beneath the cross of its tsuba, allowing it to hand straight instead of letting its tip, sheathed and capped in white, to dip toward the sands below.

Lizzi  	"Alright." Lifting her right hand, she'd draw down the orange visor over her eyes and let its form shift slightly to wrap around her head securely, so it couldn't fall off in combat. "Record speed, electrical output, overlay electromagnetic with visual, monitor heart rate, stopwatch." Commanding the feeds of the visor as it updated automatically, simultaneously pulling a large circular object like a landmine off of a clip on her belt, kneeling to set it and tap a pad, causing it to attach to the ground with claws. "You'll want to avoid this." She smirks, rising back to her full height. "Any rules? Or arena change? If not I'll have it set to a carbon-steel floor with metal pillars spaced apart." IF he had no particular requests, the arena changing over to her desired landscape.

breakah  	"This arena is.. Suitable." He did not mind sand, not necessarily. He was to avoid the circular object that'd dug into the ground? How courteous of her to inform him of its perilous nature! "Since you have been kind enough to inform me on what I should avoid, I shall tell you, too!" His voice is one of cheerful vibrato, as though cycled through a changer of sorts within his helmet, where eyes peered -- otherwise surrounded in black. Blue dots within a dark ocean. "Me. You should avoid me." A step forward, right arm swaying with its bladed gauntlet naturally at his side, left remaining perched upon his blade.

Lizzi  	Stomped her right heel twice on the hard metal floor before flexing her arms and chest, a pop and hiss sounding before the two now-empty vials ejected from her Tacvest, flushing her skin with color and causing her hands to visibly shake before she clenched her fists to steady them; heart racing and adrenaline pouring through her body as her nervous system was reinforced and her body began producing regenerative chemicals much more rapidly. Sinking suddenly down into a wide stance with her heels out and toes in, she'd hunch forward and cross her arms under her torso. Electricity would spark off of her boots at first, lashing and connecting to the floor before connecting from her lowered hands to it, then crackling loudly as it arced off of her body all ov

er, connecting to pillars, the weapons she'd abandoned initially, and the ground. It raced through her body singing skin where it lanced off and pouring through her nervous system hightening her senses and reflexes considerably. Exhaling hard and heavy, she'd speak over the loud noise her electricity produced: "Here I come...". The sound barely reaching his ears before a flash erased her from her position, able to travel as electricity through the conductive floor with only another flash signaling her arrival to his left side, In the air by a couple of feet and bringing her right heel down in an axe-kick for his left shoulder, electricity sparking off her to his armor just by being close, enough to make it warm and cause a tingling sensation in him.

breakah  	"Inertial dampers are fully operational." A voice not his own, decidedly feminine, says to no one in particular -- he is not listening, he knows well that his armor is fully operational thanks to the daily checking and maintenance of its systems and routines. She's gone in an instant, and he remains still; for why move, when the other is so eager to strike? She will come to him -- and so she does, catching him unawares with a kick to his left shoulder. "Rgh-.." It's like being struck with a blunt object when there were layers and layers of thick cushioning. It hurt, but much of that hurt was made into a tolerable, dull throb that would fade in time; the electricity is absorbed into the metal of his armor, a natural conductor of such energy, and immediately expelled via the trim of his helm's eyes, sporadic fingers of blue that strike the metal floor and then disperse. He's shifting with the force of the kick, bending his left knee as to not outright collapse but to support himself, before swinging himself to face her with a shove-off from his right heel. Would she be able to avoid, in her airborne state, the blow of his right fist? It comes in from a coiled position toward her left side's ribs, compact and wound like a spring, before exploding outward in a linear thrust toward aforementioned side -- its power amplified by the very same she'd put into kicking him. "Hrah!"

Lizzi  	Grinned toothily when her foot connected, prepared for the blow to be absorbed by his armor, content with the surge of electricity racing through the armor at the contact, like being struck by a continuous bolt of lightning as long as contact was held. Even if the armor could absorb and redirect the electricity for now, there's no saying that its circuits couldn't wear under continuous electricity of this voltage, or that it couldn't arm his skin under the armor with such powerful energy. When he struck out for her left ribs, she tucked her left arm into her side and angled it so where the knuckled of his fist made contact, the reinforced forearm guard would deflect the blow down and out to her side, the force traveling through the brief contact causing a faint light to shine across her vest as it redistributed the force around to further absorb the damage. Landing on her left foot with her right still on his shoulder, she'd then snatch out for his right arm and try to grab the wrist, pouring electricity through him if she was successful and trying to break his armor's ability to absorb her electrical discharge.

breakah  	"Electrical upsurge detected. Compensating for wearer's safety." This is said, of course, as his wrist is being grabbed. Hers will be gripped in return by a hand far larger than her own, far stronger, so that she could not flee -- up close and personal with Howaito bakku is not where she should desire to be. "You are brave! Bold! These are important for a warrior to possess. I, unfortunately, do not possess these traits." Despite this, he's stepping forward, all of those volts she's pumping into his suit discharged more chaotically, though no longer through the trim of his helm's eyes, but rather through the four combined points stemming from the blades attached to either vambrace. With foot still upon his shoulder, his left hand would finally shift in order to grip at its ankle, lifting it from his body in the process to force her into a stretch. Her balance would be compromised. "I do not believe this strategy will work for you. Can you get out of this?"

Lizzi  	[Four.] Smirked when he just let the electricity flow through his body, discharging through his armor back into her and into the ground under them, looking through the opaque visor at his helmet as he grabbed her ankle and lifted, her leg raising almost parallel with her torso without issue. Using the opportunity to magnetically lock the throwing knife sheathed at her left wrist to his armor's right wrist, as soon as it did she'd disappear, using the ability he'd already displayed to pass through any conductive surface as electricity. Almost as soon as she was gone from his grasp she'd appear standing under his upraised left arm, and if he was alert enough he might notice the vibrodagger back where she'd started gone in the same instant as she moved to quickly plunge the super-heated dagger into his chest piece in a backhanded left grip, with her left side facing his torso, the blade's surface around 1600 C, enough to melt iron or steel it came into contact with. Though the make of his armor was unknown to her, hopefully the blade would at least be capable of damaging it if it hit.

breakah  	"Emerge, Burakkuejji." A split personality, a duality. Yin and Yang, perfectly balanced and perfectly embodied within one vessel. The ground might tremble and the body might too, for when the blade plunges against his chest, it sinks only two inches -- not enough to be lethal, thanks to the armor itself, but it was a start; she was so close, it was terribly easy to collapse the arm that'd been holding her foot towards her neck, intent on wrapping around it so that he could strangle her. He no longer spoke, he no longer wasted movement nor time. Feet shifted, lowering him to more closely resemble her own height, so that she could see the blue of his eyes. "Electrical upsurge pattern detected and deciphered. Insulation complete." That is to say, she would not be able to pull the same stunt twice -- his armor had already been well-equipped to deal with this particular threat, but now it was optimized, having been given time to analyze a way to move the 'pieces' around. Once held, there'd be no more sudden relocating.

Lizzi  	[Three.] Felt the blade sink and stop, pushing just that extra little bit as he reached down towards her with that same left arm aiming right for her throat and bringing his whole body down to her level. Lancets of arc-blue poured off of her to everything metal in contact, her right arm flaring out behind her and throwing the knife tucked there out into contact with one of the pillars to his left side several yards, a small trace of electricity sparking from her left shoulder to connect with the throwing knife magnetically attached to his right wrist, her body snap-flashing even that small distance to where her right hand could touch it with her index and middle fingers across her chest, facing him and plunging the dagger forward with her left towards the now much-more reachable visor of his helmet where armor would be thinner.

breakah  	Throat replaced by waist, the warrior clad in white takes on a new tone -- black infects the pure snow of his uniform, speckled here and there, though namely at the point where she attempted to drive the blade deeper with the one hand. "Futile. Armor, rebuke." He polarizes to a field all his own, and rejects the electric current she produces -- it'd be like watching water roll off of plastic. Impermeable. Impenetrable. Even the knife in his chest had slowed. "You fail to adapt. You will fall." A knife comes for a 'gap' in armor, a chink, and rightfully so, yes? No. Blue eyes ignite with a great fury, a revulsion, before whipping quickly to the left so that it could pang off the side of his skull, glancing away before he turns to stare at her again. The arm around her waist begins to squeeze, whilst the one doing nothing begins to lift. If the blade lodged against his wrist had been kept there electromagnetically, it would no longer hold that ability to remain -- his hand moves for her throat. "I have discovered the weakness to this particular method of attack."

Lizzi  	[Two.] Never understood people who waste time and breath to speak in a melee, especially to proclaim some sort of advantage or superiority as he did. He seemed to understand nothing of her ability thus-far, continuing to presume he could hold her when he'd let her turn the whole arena into a conductive surface, even when she didn't need one to travel through.In a flash, she was gone once more from his arms, relocated out to the knife she'd thrown several yards out to his left stuck high up into the form of one of the metallic pillars the arena generated. As short-lived as it may be, at this level of her abilities she didn't need to charge, there was no pause, no hesitation, her attacks one after the other in instants. Stood horizontally off the vertical face of a pillar nearly forty feet off the ground, the dagger formerly attached to his armor in her right hand extended out and down towards him, aimed like a projectile. The same moment she'd vanished from his grasp he'd have to find her, because the very next instant the knife fired off sell passed the speed of sound, a bolt of light with a high-energy high-momentum projectile at its head streaking straight for his center mass, the knife fired like a railgun bullet down at him, certainly more than capable of shattering armor with its force alone.
  	well passed*

breakah  	Denial was a cruel endeavor. Her movement through electric current would be denied, if only because that current was continuously scrambled by the low-level electromagnetic pulse continuously ebbing and flowing from his armor -- it negated the possibility of relying on such an ability within arm's reach of him, which she most certainly was, given she was pressed against him. Hand came to greet throat, and immediately began to exert a forceful pressure, one that became greater as the seconds ticked by; a turn of a vice, an inscrutable threat, crushing her windpipe and bruising the flesh beneath his fingers. "You can travel through the current you produce. What happens when that current is forced to constantly change? Is it still your own? Can you utilize it?" The arm at her waist squeezed, and had begun to collapse her spine in a most uncomfortable fashion.

Lizzi  	[Break.] She could, actually. Travel through any electrical current of any polarity as long as it connected to her body and something else in some way. But if his armor somehow exerted an invisible force that insulated the air and the ground, removing the ions electricity traveled through from any molecule around her? Well that was a god-tier negation ability that rendered her nothing but a fragile human in the grasp of a cybernetic. Provided her electricity was completely nullified in such a way, her experiment was over prematurely; she'd tap out a submission onto his left pauldron with her right hand, since his hand prevented her from vocally declaring defeat.

breakah  	Released, and pat her on the back. Good fight, friend!

Lizzi  	Dropped and stretched with a wince, cracking her back since he'd pressured it so uncomfortably, right hand reaching out and drawing the throwing knife back through the air to it, tucking the two she'd utilized back into wrist-sheathes. Second time she'd been utterly and completely outclassed by what her world would consider a deity-tier opponent, and another failed test of what her abilities were truly capable of in this place she could cheat death. Returning to her weapons she'd disarm the disk and attach it to her hip again, returning the sword to her back.