WAOA Arena
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@Kirke: I don't think i'd be very good at that... And i was jsut adding in stuff that sounded cool. How about just a big, dark, pillared room?
The Meta entered the arena on the opposite side of Greed, and jumped up on a pillar as the annoncer presented the contestants.
"Here we have The Meta, and he's facing Greed! Ready, fight!"
OoC: @Silver: We'll take a room with pillars. This is broadcasted on tv after all, can't really have dark enviroments then.
"Here we have The Meta, and he's facing Greed! Ready, fight!"
OoC: @Silver: We'll take a room with pillars. This is broadcasted on tv after all, can't really have dark enviroments then.
Greed frowned when he saw the change in surroundings, and when the Meta jumped ontop of a pillar. This is annoying. I'm at a disadvantage here. [sub]"Oh well, guess I gotta work with that I got!"[/sub] Saying that, Greed springed towards a pillar opposite of the Meta and ran up it, grabbing onto the top of it after three steps and hanging on there.
Once the Meta fired the grenades at the pillar, Greed smirked. He pushed off the pillar he was hanging on to, out of the reach of the explosion that would follow. On the ground, he saw the Meta charging through the dustcloud and braced himself. When the Meta delivered a kick, Greed leaned to the side and caught the Meta's leg between his arm and side. "Gotcha." Grabbing hold of the leg with his other hand too, Greed spun around and threw the Meta towards a nearby pillar.
Greed grunted when the Meta disappeared from sight. Where did you go? While invisibility was a unknown thing to Greed, he doubted the Meta had just abandoned the match. Knowing better then to stay in one place, he started slowly moving around the room while looking for any sign of the Meta.
Only hearing the Meta decloak until it was far too late, Greed was slashed in the back, the blade slicing through the trapezius, coming out at the latissimus dorsi muscle. Because of this damage, Greed's left arm hung rather limp. Fortunately for Greed, the bones were missed. With a pained cry, Greed stumbled forward, but remained standing. "Didn't think a big guy like you would need to hide like that." he said with a pained voice. Greed sighed, then red sparks emitted from his wound. As this happened, his flesh knitted back together. When done, Greed turned around and rolled his shoulder. "Guess I was mistaken!" With that, Greed rushed towards the Meta with high speeds, aiming to deliver a punch to the Meta's visor, the punch carrying rock-crushing strength.
The Meta holstered his brute-shot and grabbed Greed's hand as he punched, sliding back a decimetre or two due to the force behind the punch, then forced the hand back over the wrist in a way that would both cause pain and risk breaking Greed's wrist if he did not kneel.
The Meta grabbed the wrist of Greed's free hand, and twisted around on both of Greed's wrists hard enough the break the bones as the Meta fell to the ground. He landed on his back, still holding on to Greed's arms, lettting loose a heavy kick against Greed's solar plexus and letting go of the wrists as the kick connected.
Greed's wrists broke with an audible snap with the Meta twisted them around, yet he didn't seem to register the pain from this much more then giving a pained grunt. He stumbled backwards when the Meta kicked him, but regained his balance quickly. Not giving the Meta time to recover, Greed rushed at him, then swayed to the side, and from there raised his right leg to deliver an axe kick on the Meta's throat.
Being thrown over the Meta, Greed rolled on the ground to break the fall, and by doing so, also evaded the Meta's punch. When the Meta hit the ground, Greed leapt behind him and wrapped his right arm around the Meta's neck, and holding his left forearm vertically over the horizontal right. Holding the Meta in a sleeper hold, Greed tightened his grip then violently twisted to the left in an attempt to break the Meta's neck.
Being punched, Greed released the Meta and wobbly stood where he was as he recovered from the punched. Red sparks shot from his wrist as the broken bones were being healed. "No idea what you are, but you're seriously getting on my nerves." he growled as he regained his sense of balance and shook his head. "Time to get serious..." With that, Greed took off his tanktop, revealing that the same grey skin that covered his hands and half his forearms was creeping up the rest of his body at a rappid pace. Once it covered his head, Greed's face underwent a slight metamorphosis as he now had no lips, and the kanines of his lower jaw were elongated. His eyes turned a bloody red, and crimson lines went from his eyebrows, going over the skull, down the back, and meeting the crimson lines there.
Taking a breath, Greed rushed at the Meta with super human speeds, and attempted to deliver a palm thrust to his abdomen.
The Meta slowed down time, which made Greed move in slow motion. For the rest of the world, including Greed, the Meta seemed to move far faster than should be possible. The Meta took a few steps forward and stepped to the side, swinging the blade of his brute-shot to hit in the stomach. The strike had enough force behind it to bisect Greed, due to the combination of the brute-shot's speed and Greed's speed.