Deus vs. Machina

Summary:
August 07 2014: Fenris and Eight have a sparring match

Eight's Workshop - Abandoned Mine

A wide, open and very underground mine re-purposed as a firing range and, these days, arena.


Characters

NPCs

  • None

Mood Music:
[* None]


It's once again to the mines, the same one Eight used for weapons testing. Fitting of course, because well despite the comparative violence of what’s about to happen the mine's shape naturally serves as something of a barrier. Eight has arrived some time earlier, and cleaned the actual mine floor of stones and so forth to prepare for the sparring match.

Eight's also, well something less than complete right now. Evidenced by the thick power cord snaking inside it's chest. Just to keep things safe, it's various firearms are absent of course. But so is much of it's batteries, and of course that power cell. What's left is the bare minimums to actually fight, albeit Eight's now limited strictly to it's main battery cell. The replacement, is well already present and ready to go. The differences between the one laying on a slab and the one down in the pit, well ok there aren't any externally obvious differences really.

*

Fenris arrives by portal. He's slightly less worried about injuries, knowing that he'll be able to heal, but he has had to ask ahead of time what 'level' of power Eight is comfortable competing at. As one of the few beings on Eight's level of durability he is also one of the few that can safely do this. It helps that he's Eight's friend of course. Still his clothes are not invulnerable and Fenris is A) dressed much less nicely than usual, just cheap workout gear and B) has brought a spare change of clothes for later.

"Good afternoon Eight."

*

Eight rises slowly from that chair, before clanging it's fists together. "Hello Fenris. Once we start, I expect this to proceed until you yield, are knocked out or this chassis is destroyed. For data logging purposes, I will be transferring most of my consciousness into an off machine server to observe and record the fight. Be aware, this chassis has had all physical safety systems removed. I will be fighting at full strength, are you ready?"

Fenris grins. "To the knockout, then." He has the Moonsilver shard with him but won't be using his rod. Instead he has a long red silken sash to which he applies a drop of blood as they prepare to get into it. "If nothing else, I hope this lasts long enough to give you some rather authentic ancient fencing technique for you to analyze." Because Fenris has been doing this for a long, long time. He's not the source of the stories for the heroes of old… but he could be.

*

Eight pulls that cord free and steps forward with a -CLANG- of its fists together. "Be advised, all software safeties have been disabled. Hydraulic pressure, one hundred percent capacity." Striding forward to outstretch a fist towards Fenris, hey he's watched enough fights to know proper polite procedure. "The fight will begin in five seconds, make ready."

*

Fenris 'touches gloves' with Eight and then drops back into a fighting stance, side guard, blade held out from his body, point angled inward. The sash he has wrapped around his left arm and held out in front of and across his body. Five… four… three… two… one…

Eight lifts those fists, and wades right on in. There’s no preamble, no bouncing around, nothing for those first two steps. Then, Eight makes it's move. The rush is easily the fastest Fenris has ever seen Eight move, and it's no doubt swift. Right fist arcing up high as Eight moves to bring that punch down apparently directly on top of Fenris' head. Eight was not kidding about safeties off!

*

Fenris swells as Eight approaches, growing from man to wolf-man in the space of those two steps. Then his blade snaps up. He doesn't seek to stop Eight's blow, merely redirect it with as little movement as possible. Then he sets and launches a counter blow, shearing right for the elbow joint. It's going to be a dance, he knows, if Eight is as adaptable and observant as he believes.

*

Eight The blow lands, and even produces a satisfying little spark and jump of steel slivers. Things go less to plan immediately afterwards. The blade's done damage, but neither put that arm out of the fight or its twin. Instead the struck limb folds and twists, trying to capture the blade between forearm and bicep, and twist it hopefully away. Undeterred by that struggle alone, out comes a left uppercut quickly enough to damn near whistle.

*

The god-wolf takes the hit right on the chin and the force of the impact actually lifts him up and flings him a good ten yards back and separating him from his sword. But then he's up, grinning ferally and charging in with a low claw swipe at the knee as he ducks low and the end of the scarf shoots out to grip the sword and hopefully yank it back. He's bleeding from a ragged cut along his jaw but much like Eight itself doesn't seem to be concerned about the battle damage.

*

Eight Charges after ,worrying less about taking injury than it seems with causing it. It doesn't even seem to mind Fenris fetching his sword back, as Eight goes right out for the clinch, seeking to wrap Fenris up about the waist. Eight for its part is, well there is -visible- damage to that right elbow but it really isn't terribly clear exactly how much injury that translates to with no blood to spill.

*

Ow. Even with his superior constitution, Fen can feel the painful pressure and it's probably not his imagination that he can hear bones cracking. However leaving his arms free means that he's free to take up his blade, in both hands, and drive it down on Eight's shoulder as hard as he can, hopefully before Eight manages to break his pelvis. Strong, this Eight. He might be able to go a few rounds with Thor.

*

The blade would find armor easier to penetrate, well -human- made armor that is. Eight, just -takes- the brutal stab though and well it doesn't even really seem to produce much of an effect. With Fen grappled, Eight side steps and -SQUEEZES-, before heaving Fenris off his feet/paws/whatever and swinging the wolf god down onto his back. Ground and pound, oh shit.

*

Being a shape shifter gives one… options When Fenris is flattened he immediately goes wolf. The blade will be of less utility here. Fun fact though. Being rabbit kicked by a wolf hurts. And they do this, when taking down large and dangerous prey. Eight is… not prey. But he is large and dangerous. Ordinary wolf claws are worse than swords for this, but Fenris isn't ordinary and he's not trying to rake and rip. He's trying to grip and tear.

*

Eight is thrown off, sliding back but remaining upright. That chest plate is dented and scratched, but thusfar Eight doesn't really seem to have skipped a beat. breaking into a running leap to try and swing a heavy fist directly down in, yeah that'll potentially be a fight ender if it connects with where Fenris was laid out.

*

Animals move differently. Eight's seen him fight as a wolf. Once. Against very weak prey. Against Eight the now ten foot long wolf scrambles to his feet alarmingly quickly and skitters out of the way only to come running back with a shoulder check and a claw to the back. New tactic. Mount the back, tear his armor open, gut the innards. Let's see if this works.

*

Eight connects with the ground, and the blow -RINGS- like a tuning fork. It does give ample opportunity for Fenris to get rear mount however, though the shoulder blow itself seems to have less than any real effect. Eight's fuckin -heavy-. It's also hard, and with a little work a heavy plate covering that right shoulder comes free. That's about the time Eight demonstrates that superior range of motion however. Those arms swing back, well past what a human would be capable of to try and grab at that wolf!

*

"Holy shit!" Yes, Fenris can still talk like this. He knows quite well that wrestling Eight without hands is a losing proposition, so instead he leaps back off, a good twenty feet again, transforming as he does. Staying on the back meant getting grappled and this seems like Eight's game and not his. Back to some blade play, as his gear magically re-appears.

Eight can now see two thousand years of fighting on display. His technique is beyond immaculate and it's unlikely any mere mortal stands a chance againt him in a contest of skill, let alone one of strength or agility. However… Eight is not normal. Fenris is moving now, using the superior reach on that blade to hack and shear at the armor, but damn, Eight moves fast!

*

Eight alot of that apparent speed is, like a spooky sort of precognition with the way Eight moves. No blow lands the same way twice either, it's adapting in very real time. Each step is sure, every nuance of movement seems expertly rehearsed. Eight may be lacking in reach, but it sure as hell does not make any of it easy. That armor takes, the sort of beating main battle tanks could be jealous of but it does add up. Eventually, plates fail. Kevlar tears, ceramics shatter and Eight just seems to be getting smarter all the while. Soon enough, it starts getting proactive. It doesn't just sidestep blows, it straight up punches at the flat of that blade. Even if it'll never break, that sort've blow is -most- uncomfortable.

*

Fenris may be a god, but he can feel pain. After he shears off a particularly important looking pannel Eight smacks the blade hard enough to send it flying off to one side where it embeds blade first into the well.

Well. Shit.

The sash whips out and tangles one of Eight's arms, yanking tight as Fenris closes in with claws. The silk is just skilk… but it is unbreakable by mundane means while powered with blood.

*

Eight jerks that arm in, it -wants- this fight as close and as mean as it can be. Utterly without any reguard to defense as it grabs for Fenris's shoulder with that captured arm, as the other recoils back over Eight's shoulder. A hot flash of, what was that -steam-? Pouring from Eight's now quite weathered looking chassis, and well Eight's not just warm to the touch by this point. Eight's downright hot.

*

Okay. That hurts. Eight wasn't kidding when he said he's safeties were off. It's already starting to scald and burn his fur and the flesh beneath. Fenris makes a snarling, combative noise and attacks himself, knowing that his one chance is to rip Eight's innards to shreds before the hulking machine grounds him again and pounds him into unconsciousness.

*

The blow rips the majority of Eight's chest armor away completely, and with it comes a spurt of hydraulic fluid and an unhappy machine noise. Eight goes immediately limp, sinking to its knees before collapsing onto the ground face first. Entirely still and well, outwardly at least it would seem the fight's over. Unseen, Eight's just shuttling power around and cranking over secondary systems.

*

Fenris backs away, mostly to get away from the hot. "Eight?" He calls out. Sparring matches are well and good but he wants to make sure his friend is okay. "Damn but you fight well. Can you hear me?" Fenris eyes the supine platform and then turns his back to go retrieve his sword.

*

-Clack-clack-clack, as those exotic ceramic cased electric motors turn over and with a low whine Eight -gets back up-. Lifting a hand to slowly grasp those flailing hydraulic lines, and -rip- them free. For all the world it seems as, metal, as a dude cutting out his own dangling intestines because they just get in the way. "Get back over here, I'm not done yet." Waiting for Fenris to turn, before dropping into a bum rush. Not quite as fast, and noisier but still in the fight. Arching that right fist up high once more, before swinging the blow intentionally short and sending it's elbow after Fenris instead of that fist.

*

Fenris is caught by the elbow as he tries to sidestep the rush. The clip sends him, and he turns the momentum into another attack, attempting to tangle Eight's arm, trap it and use the massive machine's momentum against one of the more vulnerable joints.

Hey. It works on humans. Worth a shot here. Eight will be a lot easier to deal with if he only has one arm to use.

*

Eight the tug has an effect, with an audible -POP- and a flash off comes that arm entirely. There is no pause from Eight however, even with an arm missing it keeps up the pace. Stepping in for, a head butt of all things. Already trying to plant a heel behind Fenris' and get this fight back on the ground where it's got the best chance of winning.

*

There's a moment in which Fenris is wielding Eight's arm as a staff as though this were something he does all the time. He's good at improvising like that… But not that good. In fairly short order he finds himself on his back. Eight is very, very bulky and he apparently knows how to use it.

*

Eight takes the blows, and well that arm incidentally does indeed do some -heavy- fucking damage before Eight can get Fenris down. The blows come, and that first one is with almost as much authority as any other. Then the next is, notably slower and weaker..and so it goes until Eight just stops. Easing back onto its haunches with a puff of steam and an audible -crackle-pop before a small flame pops to life in it's chest. "Combat action halted, Combat systems offline. Primary drive unit, destroyed. Secondary drive unit, non operational. Power status, two percent and falling. Fire onboard detected. Thermal capacity, two hundred seventy five percent and rising. Attempting restart…failed. Attempting secondary combat drive system start…failed. Attempting tertiary combat system start…failed. Self destruct system, non-operational. Logic board, non operational. Distributive logic system, non operational. Attempting full system restart….failed. Attempting ghost upload…failed. Attempting ghost upload…failed. System failure imminent, device sixteen not detected."

Head slowly slumping down to its chest as that dotmatrix display erupts with a dizzying array of light in a dizzying pattern. "All remote connections severed, initiating core wipe."and…then it just…falls over into a heap as another series of pops ring out and eight quickly bursts into not just flames but a proper fucking inferno. It did always say it had some sort of contingency to ensure it wouldn’t be captured right?

*

Fenris is just about insensate when the action finally stops. It takes him a few minutes to come back to himself and realize that Eight ran out of juice as it was wrapping up pounding him into the mine floor. Chalk up that one to Eight, shall we? There's a soft, pained grunt as Fen gets out from under it and a verdant glow as he casts several bouts of healing magic to get himself back to more or less normal. His shirt is torn… as are his pants. But that was expected.

"Eight?" Fenris calls out as he gets his blade back and walks toward his bag of spare clothes.

*

"System start in progress." Comes a familiar voice, as the familiar whine of fans start up. After a moment or two, the familiar shape rises. "Ghost download in progress, installing. One moment please."

That dotmatrix display, well ok that is a difference. It's not quite dotmatrix anymore, it's at least got a better resolution if nothing else. It's just the image of a bear in a hard hat, banging on computer with a hammer to symbolize that indeed things are happening in there. Then, with a visible shudder the image dissolves. "You won the fight, well fought Fenris. Thank you for the opportunity, I trust you are not seriously harmed?"

*

Fenris chuckles. "Won the fight? You had me on my back and depressed about six inches into the bedrock. You can go over there and look. Left quite a mark. But yes, I am now unharmed. And yourself? I take it this is your new chassis for the foreseeable future?"

*

"You won the fight, I suffered a catastrophic thermal failure after you destroyed my primary drive system and partially severed my lower chassis. You compromised thirty six percent of my armor, and pierced my primary battery pack." Eight lifts it's hands to experimentally work the fingers. "Yes, new Chassis. This is the thirty ninth combat chassis I have built, you are the first to ever seriously harm me and the first to destroy me. You are a swift and experienced combatant."

*

"I've had about two thousand years of practice." Fenris starts to change into fresh clothes. He's sure Eight doesn't mind. "And I'm sure it would have been different were you shooting me. But I thank you." The god-wolf bows and smiles over at his friend.

"May I ask what's different about the mark thirty nine?"

*

"Improved metallurgical content of the basic chassis, revised construction method of the bearing housings, redesigned electrical system allowing for a point two increase in battery life, further distribution of the battery system, a more effective thermal management system and a revised sensor suite. This also means I will be able to carry more inboard ammunition, and utilize a backpack ammo or battery carrier. I also redesigned my weapon storage bays, allowing for a greater diversity of onboard weaponry." Arms lifting as, that Shotgun jacks out of one side and that rifle out of the other. "Two hundred fifty rounds of eight gauge hulled shells and five hundred rounds of rifle ammunition. I have also adopted a belt fed sidearm as a backup weapon, because I can and it's awesome." Yep, Eight admitted it. That’s why it does things sometimes. Because it can, and because it's awesome.

*

Fenris almost laughs out loud, so human is the sentiment at the end. What he actually says is: "Belt fed sidearm? Interesting that must be a new deisgn for you. You shall have to demonstrate it to me sometimes. That said, are all the kinks worked out of the chassis there? No warm up needed?

*

"Kinks are a human problem,I am a zero fail engineer and fabricator." Dropping a hand to that thigh and lifting the sidearm free, it looks sort've like a squared off 1911 but not -quite-. It has a magazine in it right now though, suggesting it can indeed handle either. Still, after a moment it reholsters with that same twirling flair. "I am operating as designed, because I am Eight. Thank you for your concern however, this sparring session was of immense value going forward. The mark fourty will be a very different construct as a result, a much better one."

*

"I'm sure you and the collective can get a laugh out of posting me leaping away from your grabby hands as a wolf if nothing else."

Fenris smiles. "In truth though since I am both tough and strong I'd hoped to give you a good rubric for combat with an experienced meta."

*

"This is the first time since my original combat encounter that I have fought unarmed and alone, so yes it was of enormous value. My Mk.1 chassis was not combat oriented, and so it is difficult to compare the relative improvement in the two actions." Eight pauses there, as Chairman Meow scuttles over with…oh Eight's "disguise".

*

Ah. Leathers and helmet. Well it works surprisingly well most of the time.

"I'm glad to have been of help. While I do not believe you will fight alone in the near future… it is good to know how to do so." The god wolf hitches his shoulder and smiles.

*

Eight nods softly. "My drones are much more deadly than I am, and the ability to fight inside stand off distance was a valuable lesson. I am going to go home, and build a motorcycle to suit the new chassis. You are free to drop by if you wish my friend, Fenris. I will need to clean up my remains, and head home now however."


Back to: RP Logs

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 License