Warsman vs Warrior Guyver X - The Deadly Game

Location - Shaolin Temple
Time - 11:23 pm
Weather - hazy

Warsman was waiting for someone. He didn't know exactly who, but it was someone of importance.

Sitting down, his legs crossed, in the center of the temple, he inhaled some of the incense that was burning around. 

Shadows flickered across the walls in the candlelight like long, thin fingers, crawling to reach some undetermined goal. No one else was around, the temple had been abandoned for some time now, and only recently had its candles been re-lit.

Sighing, Warsman closed his eyes, hoping to catch sleep he had neglected for the last few days. But something deep in his mind provoked his eyes to widen.

There was something near the grounds that he didn't recognize and could only decifer it to be what he was waiting for: his newest foe.

Biomorph.. This word could be heard for miles as the echo throughout the Shoalin temple as he walked towards the middle of the temple for now he was now no longer was he X for he had become Warrior Guyver X. Through his armor he could feel the sunshine on his armoed form as he stood looking at Warsman as he had stopped twenty feat from his sparing partner. In his head he had begun to strategize in his head his plan of attack trying to think of ways he could try to counter Warsman attack on him. As he stood there the mouth peices opened letting air out of the armor as X looked at him through his cold armor eyes as he soon spoke in a synthosized voice created by his bio-armor... So Warsman how does this sparing work????

Warsman took a step from the temple itself, coming down the stairs at a controlled and slow pace, the lamps lining the entryway to the building flickering in the dense haze.

"How does this sparring work?" X said.

Shifting his eyes towards his foe, Warsman teleported in front of him and threw a fist at X's forehead.

"The first step is to not let your opponent know where you are until the battle begins! That way you have a good chance of shifting it into your favor early-on!"

He leaped backwards only to vanish again, reappearing with an elbow aimed for X's throat from his right flank.

X's reflexes were not as slow as Warsman had expected, as he threw him straight at a pillar by his elbow. Crashing through the stonework, Warsman had barely got back to his feet when the ceiling threatened to topple on him. He leapt through a wall to avoid the crushing power of ancient stone and lumber, but found himself face-to-face with his "sparring partner" again.

"This is turning out to be more of a fight that a training exercise. Oh well, that's that then."

Digging his foot into the earth, he rushed at X at inhuman speeds, nearly his top speed, but only around 600 miles an hour. He forced his knee at X's stomach and used the extra leverage to throw his fists, clenched together in a hammer, aimed at X's upper spine.

Warsman was pleasantly surprised with his little friend as his fist collided with his face, which sent him to the ground. He barely caught himself with his hands and he used his strength in that area to leap away from the leg sweep.

He only caught sight of X leaping into the air due to the creature's speed, like a dark streak in the sky.

"What are you up to...."

He got his answer as X sped towards him, arching in the air and coming down with blinding speed.

Warsman had little time to dodge and wouldn't risk the chance that X could maneuver his body at right angles. He held out his hands to catch the thing as it neared, tightening his upper body and led muscles for impact.

Warsman was surprised that X evaded his grip and was more impressed that he had landed a blow on his chest. X landed a couple of yards away from the imposing Russian, a sly gleam in his eyes.

"So, Warsman, what do you think of my and my fighting skills?"

Warsman smirked at the question, rolling his shoulders to cause his neck and upper back to crack and pop.

"What do I think? You hit too soft."

Warsman exaggerated his own durability, however, as the blow to his chest had indeed left him winded.

X suddenly appeared directly in front of Warsman, his elbow aimed at the Russian's face. Warsman staggered backwards as it made contact, but stood upright once more. X again launched the offensive, but this time Warsman was prepared.

He reached out a hand to grab the first kick X had aimed for his skull and would bend over to throw a punch at X's exposed abdominal area.

Pleased by the damage cause by his attack, Warsman wasn't expecting X to be so maneuverable afterwards.

Feeling himself being spun around in midair, the Russian was soon soaring through the air, tearing through obstacles with ease before becoming a part of the earth, his body making an imprint.

Standing with great difficulty, Warsman decided to take this little spar a step further. Clenching his right fist, it became a blazing piece of light energy as opposed to flesh, steam coming from it in columns as the remains of what it once was turned to vapor. Reaching up with it, some of the closer trees burst into flames.

"Let's see what you do now, X."

Placing a foot in front of the other, Warsman made the impression that he wanted to run at X, but instead he raised a finger towards his opponent, a solid beam of energy climbing from his fingertip, barreling straight towards the creature with impressive speed and accuracy.

X's speed was astounding, enough to avoid Warsman's newest weapon.

"What the he-"

Warsman was even more impressed when his foe made it into his general area with little difficulty.

A hand was raised in his face and a strange energy came to view through the palm. Warsman went to block it with a hand, and hopefully absorb some of it, but most of the energy sprayed into his face like liquid fire, scorching his upper body with excrutiating results.

Screaming in agony, Warsman fell to the ground, but stopped howling once he found the strength to stand, which wasn't long at all.

Taking to his feet, Warsman looked into X's eyes, smiling as his burns slowly healed.

"You're gonna pay for that, boy."

With blinding speed, he sent a fist into his sparring partner's abdominal area and a kick to his cheekbone, hoping to send him down into a heap.

Warrior Guyver X was just lucky he had manage to dodge his projectile attack with only minor injury on his part though he knew he had to be very careful now that the kid gloves are now off. "What the he-" Warsman exclaimed surprised that Warrior Guyver X was capable of dodging his attack which had even more impressed him when he got close enough to him with ease to emit his own projectile attack at him. He could hear the excruciating pain Warsman was in for he called that evening the odds for that blast of his hit his leg and now he got him back by hitting him back with his pressure cannon. Taking this opportunity that he had he jumped back landing a feet away from Warsman not wanting to take any chance while he was at a close distance of his sparring partner. There was no remorse on his face which was hidden by the helmet of his bio-armor as if he didn't really care what damage he causes to to Warsman as long as he survives. By pushing that thought in the back of his mind he knew that Warsman would still continue to fight even after the damage had caused to his face.....

"You're gonna pay for that, boy." Warsman said after getting hit in the face with a pressure cannon blast to the face for Warrior Guyver X manage to anger him. "Hey, watch who you are calling boy?" Warrior Guyver X retorted back at Warsman for he may appear young though he was much older then he appears...

When he saw Warsman disappear from his line of sight he knew he had got ready as he had positioned himself to block the upcoming attack his sparring partner was going to try on him. For he got winded by the punch to his abdominal area though he had moved quick enough just by half a second to be able to block he kick to his cheekbone. If he had blocked a second later he would of knocked him down hard though he was crafty enough to blocking the kick for it would of done more damage then the blow to his abdominal area. Since Warsman was at a very close range with him he somehow felt like a part of was telling him was trying to get him to use another weapon he didn't know he had in his bio-armor. Soon he screamed at the top of his lungs which reverberated through his armor as it was being emitted on his sonic emitters to push Warsman away from him and to unleash more damage on his sparring partner. Then he ran at superhuman speed making him seem if he teleported as he ran around in a circle gathering enough momentum as he rammed his shoulder into Warsman.....

Warsman slapped his hands over his ears as X began to scream something, like an angry bird of prey. Yelling to block out some of it, he sank to his knees because of the screeching claw that invaded his audial nerves.

Suddenly, X's shoulder collided with his nose, making horrid snapping sounds come from the cartilage as it broke. Blood dripped from the organ, but Warsman stood after a few seconds, taking a thumb to crack it back into place.

"That felt.......good!" Warsman shouted, his eyes gleaming with madness.

Grinning a crazed grin, Warsman vanished from sight and mind, reappearing in front of X, throwing his elbow into the creature's chin and a fist into the tortured abdominal area he knew to be a weathered weak point in the armor that would eventually crack. He would then reach out to grab X's shoulders before forcing his forehead into his opponent's, hopefully hard enough to break something of value.

Warrior Guyver X somehow figured that when he spoke it amplified the sound he made using the armor as a tuning fork when he had used it on Warsman. It was confusing how he knew how to use that weapon since he hardly uses the bio-armor as if he knew what he was doing for some reason which was another thought he had to push in the back of his mind to ask that question at a later date in time. Backing off Warsman for a second for he thought he had heard cartilage being broken which mean he had done some real damage to him even though he didn't intentionally want that to happen. For there was voice inside of his head screaming out to him that it was his chance for Warsman was injured which meant it was his time to inflict more damage on him.

"That felt.......good!" Warsman had said after snapping his nose back into place as Warrior Guyver X was lost in his own train of thought inside of his own head.

Shaking his head breaking his concentration on his own personal thought he saw the look in Warsman eyes knowing he really pissed him off with what he had done. Looking around him he noticed Warsman had disappear he began to wonder where he was at the time as he felt the sharp blow from his sparring partner hitting him on the chin. Though when Warsman tried to punch him in his abdominal area he quickly grabbed onto it as he moved out of the way so it wouldn't him as he turned and took a step back and used a judo type of throw to toss him through some trees. Now Warrior Guyver X was taking the fight serious now as he extended his vibrational blades as he disappeared moving at incredible speed as he was moving around Warsman slashing and stabbing him all over his body wanting to seriously hurt him for some strange reason. Stopping a few feet away from him as he felt as someone was calling out him from within himself to open up the chest plates within his armor. Warrior Guyver X not sure the reason why he was hearing voices he wasn't going to just deny that request as he looked over at Warsman while using both hands as he opened up his chest plate exposing these two orbs within his chestplate which was his Mega Smasher which had fired a destructive wide beam at Warsman.

Blood trickled from seemingly every pore on his body. Falling to the ground in a heap, Warsman lay quiet as X fired an energy-based attack. As soon as it exited the creature's body however, Warsman sprang to life, reaching out his hands for X's chest. The energy from the orbs seemed to seep into his palms, like it was being absorbed.

"So delicious...must have more!!!"

He reached for the orbs themselves, his eyes filled with madness as his wounds were healing at an exponential rate due to the energy he was draining from X's attack. His fingertips became close and he smiled insanely, his goal within reach.

Warsman had lost his mind. The energy he had absorbed was too much for him to burn off immediately through healing himself. He actually let X carve his arms from the elbows, though he merely looked at the stumps that remained. He began to grunt and groan as his upper arms became ridden with veins. Suddenly, a new pair of forearms and then hands burst from the stumps, covered in blood.

"See my power?!"

Warsman smashed a fist through the stone like a hammer, the flying projectile becoming nothing more than a pile of rubble on the ground. X suddenly came out of nowhere and Warsman decided to test out his new arms by beating the hell out of his sparring partner.

Raising his fists into a hammer, he sought to pound the bullet-like X into the ground like a railroad spike.

The shingles broke against his skin, even as they struck his face, he advanced unblinking. The Shaolin temple was pretty much in ruin by the time Warsman ascended the stairs.

"Why do you hide among the ruins? Fight me!!!"

Warsman's hand became the piece of energy he had used before, a blast of light coming from his fingertips. The blast literally evaporated most of the temple's remains, leaving X standing in the open with an attack pointed straight at Warsman.

The Russian smiled wider.

"Trying that again?!"

Warsman rushed at X, the blast coming within range of striking him, but he forced his way through the immense pressure, his skin threatening to tear itself from his flesh if he continued to ignore his body's cry for help. He would try to leap at X and reach out his deadlier hand to burn his opponent's face off.

Warrior Guyver X figured the shingles will not help him in this sparring match for he might not last that long if the fight keeps going at this rate if he doesn't keep Warsman a distance from him. The sound which was very noticeable as the senor orbs were moving around as it was seeing through the wall as he knew that Warsman was trying to ascend the stairs....

"Why do you hide among the ruins? Fight me!!!" Warsman said to him as Warrior Guyver X responded in a cold yet unemotional voice though it sounded synthesized as it was being spoken through the bio-armor. "Well if I faced you head on i probably get my face kicked in hence the reason i am keeping my distance till you come to your senses for you are rather unstable right now."

Shaking his head now that it was much harder to keep a distance from Warsman though he wasn't going to let that setback get to him for he had remained strong in resolve to end this sparring match between them. Warrior Guyver X was force to jumpped to the ground as the remains of the temple was gone as he was standing in the open though he was already hatching a plan to defeat Warsman going inside of his head......

"Yeah for you aren't doing any better with your energy blasts I bet you can't even a broad side of a barn come on use the energy blast on me again I dare you pal?"

When he saw that glowing hand he knew to avoid that hand for it will probably damage his bio-armor if he touches him with it which he knew he wasn't going to let that happen for it will probably take longer for his body to heal itself from that kind of wound. Once Warsman got close enough to him be bent down he flipped over Warsman while grabbing onto his shoulders with a rather firm grip tossing him as he let go of him as he let the momentum send his sparring partner flying.....

"Yeah for you aren't doing any better with your energy blasts I bet you can't even a broad side of a barn come on use the energy blast on me again I dare you pal?"

Warsman ignored the fool's challenge for his own destruction and instead raced toward him, attempting to throw a barrage of punches at the foe. However, he was suddenly sent flying into the air.

Landing on his hands, he regained his feet and as soon as they touched the ground, he used them to bolt at X, his deadlier hand aimed for X's throat.

"You fail!!"

Somewhere, in the eaves of Caras Dol, Warsman's armies were celebrating. This was his hour.

Warsman felt his body already being ripped to shreds as the pummeling began: his body being beaten further and further into the earth by the consistent barrage of energy bolts.

After what seemed like hours, Warsman lay quiet, his breathing normal as his body began to use whatever energy left over from what he had absorbed earlier to repair itself. He opened his eyes, which were beaten bloody red, and he stood in the series of craters that surrounded him.

Looking skyward, he smirked.

"This isn't over, Guyver...."

Teleporting, he suddenly reappeared directly in front of X, his deadlier hand a fist that came at the creature's cheekbone.

Warroir Guyver X had became more and more distant while he was still fighting Warsman for it seems like a part of him wants to do more harm for he slowly felt himself slipping as if something else inside was trying to take over him.

There was a hint of muderous rage burning within himself as he felt less inclined to care the extent of damage he had caused Warsman for all that mattered is that he defeats his sparring partner at any and all cost. Watching from above as he saw the bloody beaten body of Warsman he couldn't help but smirk underneath the armor enjoying the damage he had caused.  As this fight concerned him now he was begun to think of some further damage he could cause on Warsman for he was becoming a creature that wasn't entirely human.

"I know it isn't over Warsman, the fun has just begun......."

Though he fliched as he saw Warsman was in front of as he turnedas he was a second too late to block the punch as he felt that punch to his cheek doing unknown amount of damage to him and his armor. Through he used one arm to wrap around his deadly hand to ensure he couldn't escape him as he pointed the other hand firing multiple blasts of his pressure cannon into Warsman face.

Smoke rose from X's hand as he touched the pure light energy that made up its composition.

"Fool!"

Firing a punch at X, Warsman was stopped by a sudden blast to his face, which sent him plummeting to earth. Disguised as a heap of broken flesh and iron amidst the earth and shattered rock, Warsman stood at attention after a few moments, which was an impossible feat in that of itself, seeing how he fell several hundred feet and sustained little more than annoying aches.

"Come down here, coward!!!! Fight me face-to-face!!!"

Warsman aimed a blast from his deadlier hand at X's left ankle in a sudden motion that seemed unreal in its speed and accuracy towards its target.

Teleporting agian, he reappeared above X, his fists clenched together into a hammer, aimed for the creature's forehead.

"Nothing will stop me from taking your head back to Caras Dol and mounting it on a pike! This is no sparring match anymore, this is a fight for my trophy of war!!!!"

Warsman didn't feel anything, he couldn't. Under five feet of earth and rock, he doubted anyone could.

Hs feet protruding from the ground, Warsman stayed there for what seemed like hours, maybe days. He didn't care. He was finally at rest, and that was fine with him at the moment. However, he felt as if he was doing something wrong by giving his opponent time to regain his strength. Using whatever energy he had left, he forced his hands through the top of his prison, using the remaining strength in his fingers and forearms to claw his way out.

Landing on his chest with a loud thud, Warsman tried to force himself to his feet, but the pain caught up with him. Falling back down, he whispered curses in his native tongue. Taking his feet after a moment, his bones falling back into place, Warsman looked over at X with eyes that were bloody from the beatings.

"I'm still here..."

Warsman sunk to a knee, but raised himself up just as quickly.

"What are you going to do now?"

A smile crept to his face accented with a trickle of blood.

"So I am Warsman you won't defeat me that easily."

He soon was brething heavily for he knew that he might not make it much longer so he began to think in his head of a way to end this fight fast or he will be done for here.

"if you still want my head you will have to pry it from my cold lifeless body though if you wanna call it a draw that will be fine with me too it is the most honorable route to take."

A smirk appeared on his face if his enemy wasn't ging to give up nor will he for he wasn't a quiter at least he think he doesn't and will see this battle through to its end.

"If you still want my head you will have to pry it from my cold lifeless body though if you wanna call it a draw that will be fine with me too it is the most honorable route to take."

Warsman smirked.

"Yes, I know....but it would look nice next to my throne!"

The ground suddenly shook, cracks forming where Warsman's feet were. Running at blinding speed, Warsman reached out for X's throat with one hand while the other was curled into a fist, aimed at X's forehead. Even though he was beaten and worn, Warsman still had enough blind fury to substitute for the energy and stamina lost. However, it would burn away much faster than either of those fuels, so he had to make this quick.

His hand burst into light energy as it neared X's throat.

"Yes, I know....but it would look nice next to my throne!"

The smirk disappeared though it ws hidden away since his bio-armor covers his face for he knew that there was no way that Warsman was going to give now he knew he had choose to not give up either till one of them is dead or gives up.

"Well you will not have that chance for I will not let you have a chance to take my head."

Warrior Guyver X felt the ground shake as he saw the ground cracking beneath Warsman as he firmly implanted his feet onto the gound awaiting the next attack from Warsman. For he knew now that Warsman was a rather crafty person while fighting him now he had to try to outsmart him since he knows that outpowering him will not work so it is better to think smart. Without warning he felt Warsman grabbed onto his thoat as he saw that fist aimed directly aimed at his head by sheer instinct had acted on reflex as he used his vibrationa blade to cut the forearm off before it had a chance to hit him. Soon he used the orb above the control medallion as he tilted his head down as he fired a bream of energy from his head laser to cut off the hand that was on his throat. Right now he was it was his time to strike as he stuck both of his extended vibrational blades into Warsman throat right through to the other side as he pulled his vibro blades apart sideways as he decapitated Warsman...

Warsman retracted his arm at the touch of the strange metal, his forearm bleeding profusely as he dragged away from X's throat. The beam from X's forehead danced around Warsman's feet, making him jump out of the way several times before finally finding safety a few yards away.

Suddenly, his throat became overflowing with red. He began to cough and with each sudden burst of air, his throat was pained as it bled more. Blood trickled from his mouth as he sank to his knees, clawing at his throat to stop the bleeding.

Suddenly, he did something curious. Placing a hand on his chin and another on the back of his skull, he began to slowly, but surely, rip his own head off. He knew he could regenerate it back, but at a cost of much of his stamina. It was worth it givin the other option was death.

After a moment of tugging, it soon lay at his feet, yet his body stood. The stump of his neck began to boil with life as another bulbous mass of tissue sprouted from it, attached to it his face. He breathed hard, knowing he had just sacrificed an immense amount of energy to save his life.

"I'm not known to surrender....but I can't do anything without killing myself...."

Warsman smiled.

"I guess this is my last fight....at least for this week..."