WAOA Arena

[DotSlash]

[color=80bb00] "Hmmm..... Alright, lemme calm down a little bit then." [/color] Pix stated as they walked the empty hallway. The vibrations slowly but surely stopped as Pix took a deep breath and then let out a sigh. [color=80bb00] "Since I'm not the one who can talk here, I'll follow your lead... Let's just hope this doesn't end up being boring." [/color]

 

[Random berk]

OOC: @Kirke22: Would the Meta even have had time to do that? Ragnar was still running at him the whole time that he was sliding and then getting up, and I doubt it would take him more than a second to cover 5 metres at a flat out sprint, if even that.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta stopped halfway through getting up, staying on one knee and making a straight punch against Ragnar's kneecap while holding the knife in his left hand to parry an incoming blow.

OoC: @Random berk: Hm, good point. Changed it.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar's bent back to it's furthest extent and locked due to his armour's design, and at the same time the chainsword's teeth caught the knife's blade and wrenched it violently out of the Meta's hand. Although the punch could not dislocate Ragnar's knee however, it spoiled his stride quite nicely, and he bellowed in surprise and rage as he lurched over the Meta and hit the ground hard, rolling several times before coming to a halt on his side. Immediately he began to scramble to his feet, firing wildly at the Meta with his bolter as he did so.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta snatched up his bruteshot and turned, running at Ragnar and firing the last grenade loaded before leaping up into the air and coming down with a rather brutal stab. In mid air, he made a flip to narrowly avoid an incoming bolter round.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar let the grenade strike him and throw him to the ground, now knowing that although it would hurt like hell, it could not breach his armour. Auto-senses eliminating the disorienting effects of the blast, he took his bolter in both hands as he lay on his back, knowing that he would not defeat this foe without wagering his life to do so. Waiting until the Meta was in free fall and briefly unable to dodge or fight back, he aimed carefully and unleashed a fully automatic stream of bolter shells to meet the Meta head-on.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta pulled the bruteshot in front of him to shield him from the bolter rounds. The first round, exploding on the very hard surface of the bruteshot, knocked the Meta downwards. This did mean that he was unable to fulfil his attack, but as he fell, time slowed down and froze. The Meta landed, reloaded and took aim, then time sped up once more and it would seem like the Meta had simply teleported. He opened fire to keep Ragnar busy as he closed in.

OoC: From what I recall, the bolter rounds were not armour-piercing. I just assumed that they would explode on impact if they can't push forward any more.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: There are plenty of bolter types, one of which is armour piercing, but the standard rounds aren't.


Ragnar was just getting up as the grenades hammered him to the ground again.
"Emperor, what does it take to kill this bastard?" He groaned against the pain.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta came up to Ragnar as he had emptied his clip of six. He stomped down on the marine's sword-arm wrist, quickly following up with a stab against the elbow joint. During this, he was in a low, almost crouching posture, to hopefully get out of the bolter's field of fire.

 

[Random berk]

The bruteshot's blade struck between the ceramite shell of Ragnar's upper and lower arm, met with a moment's resistance from the amroured seals, then pierced through the material and through the joint of Ragnar's elbow. He screamed through gritted teeth. With his other hand he grasped something on the Meta's armour and dragged him down to try and headbutt him, trying not to writhe on the blade and do further damage to his ruined elbow.

 

[Kirke]

Spoiler: If Ragnar grabbed with the injured arm:

The Meta got down on one knee, letting go of the bruteshot and placing one hand on Ragnar to stop himself from getting pulled down any further. With the other, he took the now discarded chainsword, revving it up for a moment and then lunging it into the armpit.

Spoiler: If Ragnar grabbed with the other arm:

The Meta let go of the bruteshot with one hand, going down on one knee and placing it on Ragnar to counteract the grapple. With the other, he wrenched the bruteshot around to cause further damage.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar bellowed as the Meta twisted the bruteshot, blood welling up the blade and congealing quickly as the Larraman cells got to work. Ragnar ripped his hand away from where he'd been holding the armour and grabbed the Meta by the throat, dragging him closer and trying to choke him. Then, he did something the Meta was unlikely to expect. Through the helmet, distorted by the mechanics of the vox-emitter and Ragnar's pain, he could hear laughter.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta hissed slowly, his neck muscles tightening as he tried to withstand the heavy pressure on his throat. While momentarily successful, it'd obviously not work for any length of time. He reached for the chainsword with one hand while grabbing hold of Ragnar's wrist with the other, trying to pull it away from his throat. If he could wrench the chainsword from Ragnar's grasp, he would rev it up and slash at the marine's uninjured arm.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar held on in a deathgrip, resisting the Meta with all his strength.
"Death... to the Traitor legions." He snarled, and motioned with his helmet at the point on the Meta's armour where he had first grabbed. One of the Meta's remaining grenades was primed and blinking out the last of its countdown sequence.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta looked down at the grenade, then back up at Ragnar. He looked stunned for a split second, then stopped what he was doing and grabbed the grenade. He didn't get much farther before it exploded, launching the Meta off Ragnar and away over five metres. As the dust cleared the Meta was lying motionless on his back, his left forearm was entirely gone, with only a bloody stump remaining. Blood covered much of his body, and he had multiple wounds in the chest and legs from shrapnel.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: His helmet looked stunned?

The Meta's hand clasped around the grenade as well as his attempt to pull back provided a little protection for Ragnar, but probably not enough to make any kind of difference. Ragnar's helmet and breastplate were shattered by the concussive wave, and although it broke the force enough to prevent his brain and organs being turned to jelly, there was not enough left to stop much of the shrapnel. Under the twisted remains of the ceramite, his black carapace was rent with holes and blood spurted from the wounds before slowing to rivers, and then trickles as the Larraman cells caused it to clot rapidly. Blood gurgled in Ragnar's throat as he tried to breathe, and the deep, thumping agony in his chest told him that one of his hearts had failed, most likely along with some other organs. His face burned as though stroked with a branding iron, and he realised that one of his eyes was now nothing more than a wet trickle down his cheek. He rolled laboriously onto his side, and caught sight of his foe bleeding on the ground a short distance away. Such a short distance.

Ragnar could feel his strength fading and his thoughts were alarmingly blurred, but he was a Space Marine. He was created to die for the Emperor, and he could not allow that to happen without making sure it had been worth something. With a tortured groan and superhuman effort, he pushed himself to one knee, then onto his feet. Staggering, hunched over, he dropped his chainsword and made his way painfully over to the Meta. Though he fell to one knee after just a few metres, he picked himself up through iron will alone, and finally, reached the Meta's resting place. Unable to lift his bolter to full height, he took a knee beside the Meta, placed the barrel against his faceplate, and fired.

"I have done the Emperor's work." He muttered through blood and broken teeth, smiled weakly, and collapsed heavily beside his foe..

 

[Chungus]

"I'll try to keep you busy, but I can't promise anything." Solaris responded as she walked, her face adopting a neutral expression after Pix stopped vibrating. "Good things come to those who wait, however. If we won't be able to do anything productive today, it'll only be more sweet when we do." She added, a small smile returning to her face, although this didn't last long before it was returned to a neutral expression once again.

Entering the lounge, Solaris first looked to the Tv screen, just in time to see the ruined Ragnar make a point-blank headshot to the Meta, and to keep up her act, quickly looked away in horror, while in reality, she felt a tinge of pleasure coming from seeing the two men so gravely wounded. After this, Solaris looked around the lounge.

Eddie was sitting with one leg hung over a arm rest, sharpening the blade of his axe with a whetstone.

 

[Outisakanobody]

Rex stood up and finally looked away from his rifle scope. He shook his head and left the arena after being declared the winner by technicality since he was technically considered a combatant and was the only one still alive.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar woke with a startled gasp in the vitachamber in his room. Yanking the cover open he scrambled out and slumped against the bed, staring around in shock. Placing a hand against his chest, he found that he was bare chested again. He felt a horrible jolt, then lurched to his feet and headed for the locker room, hearts in his throat. Ripping open his locker, he breathed a deep sigh of incredulous relief to find his holy armour intact and unblemished, save for the scratches that had been there before the fight. His weapons had been recovered and brought back to the locker room as well.

 

[Outisakanobody]

Rex was rather grumpy after the experience he had just had, but he consoled himself by admitting he had gathered some valuable data of Ragnar and Meta. If he were to ever fight either of them, he at least knew what to expect and how to counter them.