Mass Produced Mayhem: Angel VS Ronin KOV VIII

Five Days Before the First Battle, The Aftermath Of The Shower.

The citizens of that minuscule Texas town had managed to slip through the fingers of the chaos that had gripped them during the freak natural disaster, they watched in awe as wolves and hares walked side by side with one another, almost as if commanded by some ethereal power. Some wondered about the gaunt chalky man in the dusty white coat, who slammed against their doors like a bailiff, screaming of the 'death from the sky'. Was he their saviour or just a vagrant with a keen eye? Whatever they thought him as the involuntarily elusive Angel was long gone, on the trail of another mysterious man, to answer some of his many questions.

"I know what you are!" He spoke harshly and directly to the mysterious bartender with the mouldy green moustache, searching the wreckage earlier he found no trace of the mysterious tavern he'd 'been to before', something about those words he remembered, something about that place, like it was new and old at the same time but he just couldn't put his finger on why. The southern barkeep stopped at the Angel's words, tilting his head enough to see him through the corner of his bloodshot eyes, "Go on..." The stranger uttered in his thick southern drawl, whisky breath staining the air around them. Angel suddenly withdrew from his stance of raging determination, defeated by his own carelessness yet again "...Well I don't really have a solid answer right now but...", The Stranger cuts him off "Reckless as usual, you'd have been better spying on me from the rooftops and gaining information then all this cavalier bullsh!t"

The Supernatural Savant cuts off the old bartender, "Whatever you are I know you're powerful... powerful enough to know I was following you... and powerful enough to get the hell out of here whenever you want, just like your bar did, almost like you wanted me to follow you." The bristled old man squints his eye and turns his head toward the Angel, not fully but enough to engage in eye contact. "You're more astute then he gives you credit for..." but before the Hero of Heaven is able to relieve more of his confusion the strange man takes off again, meandering through narrow corridors and dank alleyways dripping with fresh rain, his pace seems slow and aimless but Angel struggles to keep up, even at a sprinting pace. "HEY! HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING!"

A few sharp turns, a few forks in the path, the sudden thunderstorm blinding him, the stranger was lost in the concrete maze of the southern city, yet again he'd have to figure all of this out on his own, always the hard way. Suddenly the subtle click of a key in a locked door sent a jolt through the Hero's body, he turns to see the stranger one more time, fiddling with an ornate copper coloured key in an old heavy entrance, Angel approaches slowly as he feels the location's strange aura seeping through the cracks.

The door swings open...

"...Now this place I remember"

Now

Whirring, spitting, clunking, crashing, crackling, this new arena wasn't exactly the more serene of locations he'd fought in but the battle weary hero was nothing if not advantageous, especially when his life depended on it. The Supernatural Savant strolled casually through the seemingly endless corridors of rusted machines, clicking and clacking his italian shoes against the dull concrete floor, the bright hanging lights gave not room for shadow, an even fight was something he couldn't afford to draw his opponent into, he'd have to rely on the darkness.

The master control panel wasn't exactly difficult to find, following the yellow wall until he found an idiot proofed fuse box, he decided against turning off any of the individual machines, the increased noise would be a detriment to his opponent but not him, see Angel was kind of an abstract entity, no physical form, only his extremely malleable spirit tied to his two trusty tools, his eyes were synthetic, his ears phoney but his spirit was real and it could see perfectly fine in the darkness, hear through the madness and feel the presence of a living soul.

After shutting off the lights he began to seek out one more distraction, something that'd take the focus off of him while making his opponent a slightly brighter, louder and more confused target. "The hell does this place even make?" He remarked, coming across a large metallic waste bin, brimming with disused mannequins, simple enough plan for a battle tested detective such as himself, place the plastic props around corners and in obscured locations, about twenty would be the perfect number for the immediate area, find a suitable hiding place, preferably with a lid to lie under until your opponent makes himself known...

...and pray to the Heavens he isn't a f#cking Ninja...

Result of Continued Exposure to Foreign Universe, Extended Use of Ethereal Vision

Angel Health Level

"Nothing to See Here"

@amazingangel

The Umbra Ninja stumbled off the rocket skateboard, which wasn't under his feet anymore. “What the hell.” Oz looked up; realizing Pyramadical™ (the pyramid themed skatepark) was no longer his current location, he had beaten his opponent. He was now in a factory of some sort, nothing as futuristic as Colony #815 (His first stage in the tournament) but the place seemed to be much, much bigger. He checked his equipment, he was happy to see everything was in place and restored. He also felt better, physically at least. Fighting all these opponent, who were much, much more powerful than him, was very taxing to his psyche. Hopefully his opponent wouldn't be as powerful, but knowing his luck he or she would probably be another Asgardian God or powerful Psychic.

Ronin rose up, taking in his surroundings. The machines loud noises were rhythmic but dull at the same time, making a constant echo throughout the building. The loud sounds would be distracting to some, but thanks too Oz's borderline superhuman sense they would allow him to differentiate the sounds of his opponent, if he was to strike first. The lights beams of the large room began to shut off, one by one. There was no way this was a circuit mishap, this was the actions of his opponent. "Smart." Ronin spoke, pressing a button on his mask. His lenses changed, allowing him to see in a thermal night vision. "Too bad I'm prepared."

His opponent had the right idea though, using the environment to his advantage. Ronin would have to do the same to tip the scales. He looked around at the room he was in, everything was top notch. "This place would definitely pass a health inspection or even....a fire inspection." He said to himself, looking at the ceiling. He darted towards a 20 foot crane machine, stepping up onto it and grabbing on top. He pulled himself up and began to run across each one. He pulled out three arrows, adding special cartridges to two of them. He then pulled his bow off as he saw his opponent from the distance. He decided to keep his cool, slowly creeping over to investigate.

His opponent was setting up a group of different mannequins, he noticed three of them looked like himself and his two last opponents. 'weird' he thought, as his opponent hid. Ronin placed the cartridge-less arrow on his bow first, shooting at the ceiling above his opponent and hitting the sprinkler system. In a split second, Ronin pivoted to the right, shooting another arrow at the group of mannequins as the sprinkler rained down on his hidden opponent. The explosive arrow (which was stuck in a weird looking punk rock teenage mannequins head) blew up, sendin mannequin limbs everywhere. Ronin hoped that would distract his opponent as he sent a final electric arrow, hitting the puddle of water that rained down on his opponent.