Arik

I think Fowler and the lot will have a lot instore for anyone who wants to invade from space >.>

@Rumble Man

Kyle's fist connected with something solid and for only half a second he thought he was winning again, until the man stood his ground and his head just recoiled. The bones in his hand shook with tremendous pain, in striking against his teeth he found that this man's face would not yield but instead had broken every bone in his hand from the power he tried to put into the blow. Though he was normally durable enough for most of his movements but he had pushed all of his speed and power into that one act to try and damage the Bioborg... if he damaged him at all he knew that it wasn't worth it now.

He drew his fist back, his face twisted with pain that he would have to ignore for the present... at least until he shifted as it was looking more and more probable all the time. Kyle switched his feet with a hop and tried to throw an uppercut with his other hand but already he knew it wouldn't be enough to stop the grin of Bioborg, this wasn't even a fight to him yet just a testing of the waters. At his current level of speed and strength that face would just be able to stand there and grin at him all day, but Kyle wouldn't give in just yet. No, he knew that the ratings wouldn't go up properly unless he gave a good show.

"What are you made of?"

He asked as his feet planted for the uppercut, he tried to reason with himself that the face had to be the best place to be hitting... it had to be. If that didn't work then he needed to go for the neck, regardless of what material this man was made of the head and neck were important parts to the physiology that he mimicked.

@Rumble Man

A short stop interrupted Kyle's sudden drop, immediately putting him on the defensive. Whatever a 'bioborg' was supposed to be Kyle was summarizing that it was a dangerous opponent, the reflexes were incredible. If this man truly was a creation of technology then he was something that should be decently feared, needless to say Kyle set his teeth and was ready to react when his heel drop became caught. Both of his hands locked into hard fists and he shot them out to intercept with Fowler's low blow, being last second reaction it was a clash of two forces that ripped his robe to shreds and sent him hurling back to crash into the wooden building.

The result was a crash of timber and rock as the fighting platform swayed and the house collapsed down upon him. Kyle was honestly in shock that his opponent was one to go for that kind of move so early, it could only mean one of two things. The first being that he was doing well and pushing him off balance, which seemed highly unlikely given the perfect responses to anything he did. The second and more believable thing was that as a machine he was designed to target the weakest points and bring his target down in the quickest way possible. His fists shook as he pushed himself to his feet, they had been jarred even though he used both hands to stop the impact, if only one had been used it surely would have broken and been shattered into pieces.

With a huge heave and effort he jumped up out of the rubble and sent debri tumbling everywhere and came down hard on the already unstable platform. The mountains themselves would soon be their battleground, again ripping the sound barrier like tin foil he accelerated to his maximum speed in his current form and tried to punch straight through the Bioborg, skidding past him and leaving a trail of disintegrated flooring in his wake.

@mgrman5 said:

@Ghosting: I am also interested in this although I am not a 100 tonner, I do have other powerful abilities that may make up for it.

Excellent you can have next match ^.^

@Rumble Man

The movement Fowler used was interesting, cartoon-like in a strange sort of way but it was definitely real. Kyle found his strike glancing off and most of the force going to the floor where he crushed the boards an dug a hole for his hand as debri blew out from the strike. At this point he was ready for a counterattack of some kind, whether it was a grapple or a strike. The question was quickly answered as he felt the vice grip of the Bioborg and wondered just what kind of opponent they had shipped in to boost the ratings. Without tarrying another second Kyle went intangible and used his phasing ability to jump high into the air and clear the opponent.

"What on earth are you? Surely you're from earth with that attitude."

From that position he would roll his body into a tight ball and rotate several times with incredible speed, extending his right leg to come down with a heel drown and crater the entire area. If his blows would glance off then Kyle would just have to make them more explosive, more deadly, that was even if only a glancing blow connected he would still be doing damage. The killing intent wasn't there, because it was seldom a motivation that he could work up to but he did want to win and stay on the solitary planet... this had become a safe haven for him and the encounters that made the galactic show were a test that see if he could stay there or not.

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@Rumble Man

Kyle watched Fowler appear and then lay back to fall asleep.

It appeared that he had been underestimated again because of his size, so he wouldn't even bother shifting right away for this opponent. He dashed forward, the boards underfoot quaking as he passed by and broke the sound barrier several times over. His right hand curled into a fist held high above his head and he planted his feet before slamming it straight down with the intent of destroying Fowler using the sudden stop of his momentum and impressive fifty ton strength limit.

If he could show any worth after simply falling asleep then Kyle might consider shifting, but for now he wasn't even ready to take any precautions. To say he was angry or enraged would be too strong a word, he really just wanted to shake the man up and see what he was capable of. Though Fowler looked very different from anyone he had seen that didn't give him right to take things lightly or lay down on the job in a place like this.

"Wake... UP!"

BURNING! BURNING! Focus...

The marble thrown at his back was more distracting than the one that originally smashed into his shoulder, given the angle and movements taking place at the time it wound up grazing his back like a misplaced bullet. It creased the top of his skin and left him with a nasty burn, that was much more distracting than normal pain though because of his weakness affiliated with fire. Even with his enhanced strength it looked like the first attack didn't do as much damage as he wanted it to, he summarized some sort of barrier was interfering.

Though his enhanced speed would benefit him. He was moving ten times as fast as before, nothing to laugh at either considering he was quite fast before. When Maestro made his whipping motions in the air Billow made to dodge the familiar movement, but the singe across his back flared up so he did the only thing that he really had time for. Using his good arm to plant he spread his legs and fell to the ground to dodge the incoming projectiles, with the plant he made Billow shoved himself forward into Maestro's dash and scissored his legs to try and collapse the target.

With the scissoring motion let his legs pass one another regardless if he missed or not, spinning and using the momentum to push off into a one-handed handstand before he came down on the spot where he tried to trip Maestro with his right heel, intent on cratering his target.

Dusk Hunter

LOL!

When the uppercut caught his heel and spun him around, the ability to control his body in random situations came from a long life of crusading against the undead. Afterall, life was the best kind of teacher when it came to physical struggle. His left arm hung limply at his side, the shoulder would not heal until he took the time out to take care of it or transformed; which was something he wasn't ready to do yet. When his feet touched the ground he activated another spell for a brief moment, the one that had been specialized with close combat in mind.

Suaimhneas.

With this he was able to catch the Maestro's movement halfway there and see what he was going for, his hand was open with the fingers sprawled out; similar to how his initial attack had been when they first clashed. Due to the impact he received from the uppercut he had landed sideways with his right side towards Maestro when he touched the ground, in this frozen moment he decided how to proceed. If nothing else the insight would confound him and grant a moment of confusion, in most cases the Maestro's attack would work perfectly against a normal opponent. Yet, he had to limit his use of the spell for long periods of time, it was meant for only a second or two and usually against multiple opponents.

When the spell let go everything spun into motion again he combo'ed the second spell into his next movement.

"Mhéadú."

He spoke with an even and chilling voice, moving his hand just to the side of the Maestro's attempted grip where he would then set a steel grasp into the joint of his elbow if he could. At the very least he would be smacking the hand away and follow the motion before it had quite finished with a powerful side kick, in his already turned stance, augmented by the effects of his spell to increase his speed and strength substantially.

"Sound is an interesting power, so inlaid in the world like an ancient magic of its' own."