Akira Overdrive vs The Drifter
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The huge Hover Copter overlooked the cold mountains of the Himalayas,scouting for the massive green oasis that lay untouched for hundreds of years;that is until now of course.Akira Overdrive had set up a match with one of his fellow assassins known as The Drifter.For months Akira had been watching this new blood and took a liking to the way he operated,it gave the Ghost the necessary drive to call out the young killer and see what he was really about.Gambler,Mrs.Babs,and the rest of LaS held Drifter high as he made his way into the ranks of the most notorious men.Thats all that was needed for a fight between the newest killer and the best assassin in the world.
Soon the metal door to the copter had slid open and Akira Overdrive looked down upon the bamboo forest with a glare as the eyes in his mask glowed a bright orange and he embraced the rush of wind as it beat on his kevlar ninja armor.The Silencer checked all of his gear before leaping out of the chopper,flying down the cold gray skies with amazing speed and momentum,the bamboo oasis was getting closer and closer and the E.C.I.W that was housed on his wrist glowed immensely and soon an energy construct formed from the device;a shield.
Akira cocked back his arm and launched the energy shield towards the bamboo,instantly making a landing zone for himself.In seconds Akira was just feet away from the ground and positioned for his fall,diving then rolling to one knee then quickly un-holstering his Dual Eagles and scanning his opponent.He slowly stood up and held out his guns,aiming at anything that would stand out.
The cold steel door of the copter slid back and The Ghost had arrived, His eyes glowed a dark orange as he embraced the brisk winds. Free falling, A shield formed upon the E.C.I.W on his wrist, and As he landed, His arm shifted back and hurled the shield downwards making a safe zone. The shrubbery of the bamboo Forrest laid to waist as he tumbled down and rolled to one knee. His guns unsheathed, the orange sun eclipsed by the warrior. Aiming his guns at anything that made the slightest of movements.
Out from the Shadows, A man made his way into the field of bamboo, A red trench coat flowing behind him, his black and white gloves cinched tight and his boots thudding the grass with every step. He couldn't hide, The Assassin was sure to find him if he tried sneaking up on him. Cat and mouse wasn't an option here. Yet, He wasn't going to get too close.
A chunk of the earth raised as a shield to block the bullets should Akira attempt shooting at The Drifter, His left hand raised as well, controlling the toxins and poisons in the air, sending them into the air around The Ghost, while still keeping them at bay from his own air supply. The air around Akira was sure to weaken him if inhaled, The intoxicated air was only the beginning..... The shield of earth still up as Drifter began to speak
"Akira, End of the road"
Three boulders animated by black magic and set ablaze by the fires of hell itself.
"Met my friends?" The assassin said in a cocky tone with a twisted crooked grin on his sick face.
It was just that time for the rival to show his face and make the chilling entrance only a dark magic user could make.Yet Akira stood un-phased by the apperance and just holstered his pistols after seeing the defense barrier Drifter produced.A smile went across the face of Akira under the mask he wore,his eyes squinted just a little as he peered to the right of the Dark One and behind him was shadows that went deep and seemed endless,but a light could be seen and the sound of bamboo cracking and falling could be heard as it came closer,one could see the orange disc flying at incalculable speeds;Akira's shield was returning to its master.
The Ghost in the Machine laughed in a muffled tone as the energy construct came zooming back then quickly launched into the air firing acidic rounds at the new assassin,the desert eagles left off heat with magazine after magazine,and the flat-space gauntlets reloading the dual pistols without hesitation.While in the air Akira twisted and spun around unleasheing more and more bullets before landing and rushing in towards Drifter's left side.He crouched low as he dashed in with a powerful roundhouse,then quickly moved to the back of Difter with a devestating palm blow to the spine,but the attack wasn't over;leaning to the opposite side of Drifter Akira spun around and an energy katana formed in his hand aimed straight for the young man's ribs.
Following the amazingly fast attack Akira pushed off the ground in a spider like manner creating space between the two killers and landing after a series of back flips.Once again a smile was plastered on Akira's face as he twirled two grenade pins in his hand and looked down at the grenades that lay at the feet of Drifter not to mention the shield that was just seconds away from impact with his enemy's head.
"Two things kid.My mask has a filter,airborne toxins are a problem only to you.Second thing is.....Have you met MY friends?"
The Cyborg like voice of AO resonated throughout the now quiet jungle.Bullet casings lay on the ground and everything seemed to be in slow motion.
His shield......Bamboo cracked and fell, all the foliage that got in it's way suffered the same fate. An orange disc whizzed through the stalks of bamboo, at untold speeds and met Akira's hand.
The sound of Akira's muffled laughter tickled his ears, and as the shield met it's master. All Drifter could do was fold his arms and wait for the next move. The next move was more lethal anyone could possibly have imagined, Hurling his shield once more, Akira lunged foward firing off untold amounts of acidic rounds. The Shield of Earth still raised, it served as long as it could but soon enough, It was filled to the brim with bullet holes. Flinging it in Akira's direction, Drifter............began to think.
Deep in meditation, The only thought even brushed past his mind was.....Miyobi. The true reason as to why he made this challenge was love.
For her affection was why he did this, To die today would be to die a thousand death's without her, His mind could'nt bare such a thought and so within a mere second, A hand was composed of Shadows, bringing it upwards to deflect the bullets.
"THE MOTHER F*#*%ING GLOVES ARE OFF B!TCH!" His voice resonated through the grassy jungle, as he lunged foward, The Shadows encapsulating every last bullet that was aimed at him. Although two did manage did slip into each shoulder....Falling backward, A palm to the spine left him open to a slice at the ribs. Blood fell and dribbled down his tailored suit, Waving his hand, fire hit directly on the wounds, cauterizing them, "Sh!t" he thought clutching onto his ribs, Only to look down and see two grenades rested at his feet. The same dark hand formed once again and slapped the grenades in Akira's direction. His heart pumped twice as hard and sweat fell down his forehead......"Suck on this, @$$hole" was muttered as six balls of darkness were thrown aimed at Akira's head
The attacks landed with ferocity and efficiency almost paralyzing his enemy and causing him to have to burn his wound to stop the bleeding.Akira was happy as he dodged backwards and left two grenades to explode at the feet of Drifter.Though it was evident that Drifter was faster then Akira thought when the grenades were slapped back right before the explosion,Akira side dashed and flipped out of the way of the impact and tossed three more to met the shadow blast that came towards him,quickly spinning around and curling into a tight compact ball Akira used his shield to block two more and he landed on the ground in a perfect stance,though he miscalculated and didn't see the sixth blast that hit his face and sent him hurling into a troop of bamboo trees.
Akira's face had been hit with an extreme force and the mask he wore was cracked and dismantled.As he took it off one could see the huge scar that was left on the side of his face and the impact onto the bamboo had dislocated his arm.He staggered up and popped his arm back into socket after wiping the blood from his face he looked at Drifter with ,malicious intent.
"Now I know,this is about Miyobi huh?"
AO just cracked his knuckles and pulled his legendary katana from his back harness letting the blade speak and show the blood stains that lay on the hilt of the blade.He rushed in for Drifter once again but this time before getting to close he opened a Door and passed right through it and ending up above Drifter with a downward slash,then openeing two more to the side of him and one above him.In mid-air he launched his katana into the one directly above then pulled off three grenades from his strap into the others;one on the right and two on the left.Using his momentum he swung across the canopy and began to twist around as an RPG formed into his hand and braced on his shoulder,taking aim through the scope upside down he fired a missile then landed,dropping his heavy artillery and reaching out for his katana that fell from a door above.
The grenades that were held on hiatus in the Door portals would be released at any moment Drifter decided to come close or attack with anything else acting as mines that could be placed anywhere Akira wished.
The attacks successfully landed, Fire scorched every last bullet hole, nibbling away at the flesh yet still able to stop the bleeding. His shoulders rotated back but still throbbing with pain. The five balls of shadows were thrown and dodged with relative ease. but the sixth sphere of darkness landed with impeccable accuracy and speed. The blast leaving the mask in shambles, and his arm was left popped out of it's socket. Painfully popping his arm back, Akira slung the blood off his face and looked with a sinister intent plastered onto his face
"Now I know,this is about Miyobi huh?"
"Ain't you the worlds greatest detective?" Muttered from his cold lips as three claws formed on his left hand's knuckles in response to Akira's blade being drawn. Blood dripping from the hilt, The sword was legendary to say the least, Many a men tried to live up to it but almost all failed.....But today was going to be different. The blood drawn was going to be Akira's. A Hard sprint began, rushing foward with untold amounts of speed, Drifter immediatly opened his palm and opened a shield, A shield of Magic but an suspected element soon came into play, A door. A black portal opened sucking Akira inside and within seconds, he was coming with a powerful downward slash violently, The Shield still raised, Drifter lowered it briefly, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches aimed at the chest, The claws still hinged to his knuckles. With a quick flip, two guns were drawn and began unloading lead. Each and every bullet coated with the natural toxins and germs in the air, With a few attack kicks, Drifter came back to where he was to see Akira had created two more doors, Three Grenades let loose from their noose as a Katana dropped down. Swinging around the grassy canopy, An RPG came from thin air and fired off. With the shield lowered, He was an open target. The missile blasting past, Barely dodging it,he turned back around, only to take one step..........to be blasted backward by the sheer force of the Grenades. A crater blown open and smoke rising from the barren hole.
With the smoke cleared, A figure staggered up, nicks and cuts over his body and blood dripping from his knees.
"That all you got?" He said as he sheathed his shadowy claws and cracked his neck.
Everything was turning red as the battle progressed and moved on with more blood and agony.The Phantom Phenom Akira had planned his every move and took into account every battle scenario and variable that could possibly be involved into the fight,all except one factor,one small problem that could have Akira six feet deep.This problem was categorized as many things,but the one word that it all would fall under would simply be known as emotion.Jealousy,Love,Anger,Fear..all of it played a part and Akira tried so hard to keep it as distant from his battles and mercenary life as possible,but this was more then just another assignment it was WAR,a war filled with hate and every emotion that was involved in the small triangle Drifter had made with Miyobi and Akira.That would be the Dark One's ending.
Akira Overdrive snapped back from his small daze into the deeper meaning of the fight and looked back at Drifter with an emotionless look and stare.He only heard the last part of Drifter's sentence,but it was enough to set off the Ghost into a rage of power.Drifter had landed two devestating kicks to Akira's chest that sent him flying into the air and landing with a 360 spin,stabbing his katana into the ground to use as a lever to help him pull himself up,then soon bullets came flying with speed and danger,Akira was only fast enough to block the first but they rest cut through Akira's skin and the graze became infected faster then a wound in mud.Adrenaline pumped faster as Akira said nothing and just looked at his wound realizing that the arm would need to be cut off and amputated.AO held his arm out and one could see the toxins and germs running into the blood stream,then without a second though Akira dropped his blade and pulled at his arm until it popped of in a heap of blood marrow and bone.Only a slight grimace came from the Death Dealer as he watched his lifeless limb fall to the ground.
"This is your final stand..."
The small energy constructor that Akira used to create energy based constructs whirled around and began to make noises as Akira ripped it from his wrist and used the wires it housed to connect it with his shoulder that had just lost its arm,the cyborg componets of Akira's body instantly recognized the E.C.I.W and connected wires and brought it into the wound allowing AK-47 a new myriad of arms.The orange energy shot out from the gauntlet and soon a new arm appeared for the Phenomenal AK Styles,it was armored and held a katana identical to his other,the merc bent down and picked his twin blade up twirling them both around testing his new energy arm.Then it was on.
Time seemed to slow down as the Cyborg Assassin focused all of his energy into his being blocking out all pain and anything else that might hinder his focus.No emotions,no thoughts but the ones that were needed to bring down the fool and coward that was The Drifter.
"That all you got?" said the demon.
Blades ran across the grassy floors as Akira dragged them on the ground as he rushed in once again for Drifters head.AO came across with a swift and deadly slash for Drifters neck,then brought up his second katana to make a vertical assualt on the necromancer's neck where it connected with the shoulder,quickly spinning around and dashing backwards Akira launched his energy katana for the head of the killer then pulled his pistol from the holsters shooting the hilt of the orange blade causing it to spin around faster and gain momentum with efficiency.The onslaught was not over,Akira rolled to the side with his blade in front of his face and looked above as three grenades fell from a door he had placed there.As the frag grenades fell Akira pulled a kunai from his kevlar vest and launched it straight for three explosives pins,the kunai flew through the pins instantly knocking them from the grenades and flying into the bamboo forest,meanwhile the pin less grenades rolled right where he wanted them to.
In a final breathtaking display of speed Akira spun around from his crouched position and as he came back around another energy shield was formed in his hand,he launched it with perfect aim and amazing strength causing it to skid across the ground and kick up the grenades.The grenades spun around in the air straight for Drifter and the shield continued onwards for his enemies abdomen.
Death, The only thought that passed through his mind. well other than the countless other emotions, Anger, Love and so many more. Many men have thought about what they'd do for Love, for one woman to be in their life. Many don't do a thing about it other then think but when love knows no bounds, It takes a real man to go against all else, and fight for her. Today two men went into battle, vying for one woman's affection, One of them was going to walk out.....With three things in tact, His dignity, His Life, and the girl of his dreams wrapped around his arms.The tone was set by both of them, Kill or be killed, simple as that.
Two kicks to the chest successfully delievered, but as Akira went flying through the air, Drifter noticed something. A click in the back of his head, something set off. The E.C.I.W. The glowing machine that glowed upon Akira's wrist, Creating Constructs for him. Anything at his will, Anything as small as a dagger to something as large as a Broadsword. He had to attack it.......The Bullets had landed with a quickness and left Akira's arm lifeless. Filled with toxins and germs that did'nt hesitate to fill every last inch of blood and marrow, spreading out,untill eventually, it went limp due to so much posion. Leaving the Ghost with no other option but to pop it off.
The E.C.I.W hard at work creating a construct arm, but if the E.C.I.W died then the arm would die as well, It seemed logical enough, but there was'nt time to think about that. Akira began his sprint, dragging his blades along for the ride, slashing through the grassy landscape, Dashing foward aiming a brutal attack at the Drifter's neck. Darkness suddenly began to swirl around his hand and within a mere second, A Sword was made, clashing with Akira's own before Drift brought it down, with a quick slash at the chest and ribs. Bringing up his sword once again to block the unsuspected gash at The Magicians neck. Six balls of Fire were hurled towards the Assassin, Two aimed at each of the Cyborg's knee's and three aimed for the Cyborg's face....which was open due to the missing piece of his mask. But his attack was over, Akira then pulled out his sword once again and shot at the hilt, making his sword break. Which seemed to have no purpose, Drifter turned around with little to no idea why anyone would shoot at their blade.....
A kunai unsheathed shortly after and sent flying after Grenades that appeared from seemingly no where, dragging the pins off the the Grenades which kicked up by Akira's shield.
Two were dodged by a Bubble of Shadows but one slipped past him....This caught Drift off guard and thus, His thumb was torn off. With nicks on his chest and his bloody numb on his hand, Fire once again burning the wound closed, causing him pain but soothing at the same time, Ridden with pain but he was'nt hurt enough to not deliever one of signature smart ass remarks
"You know Akira, You ought you use that thing to regrow something else ya lost.....Other then the arm" A smirk wept across his face as fire baptized most of his wounds.
Without a second to spare, Two Pistols were once again un-holstered, firing off bullet after countless bullet, Lead was was'nt an object anymore, Once he ran out of lead, Bullets composed of Shadows started to pour forth, and then Balls of Fire, and then Rocks, and the cycle went on for a few minutes, Aiming at every inch of Akira's body, Where he was and where he was going to be, Unmercifully shooting before finally, he let the smoking guns fall to his side.
"Hey, Eat this" Said Drift as he created a bubble of Darkness around Akira's head and then let it implode
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