tampered | Log: Ongoing

When; Saturday, October 11th
Rating; PG for now.
Characters; Meta Knight (

metastable) and Etna (

urhumblevassal)
Summary; Two unconventional demons, both armed with melee weapons, fight it out in the Stadium.

Log;

Meta Knight preferred to fly in the City. Since everything was scaled up in height by about two or three times, he refused to walk unless it was in his room, in the forest, or somewhere else he wouldn't seem quite so small. His bat wings unfolded from beneath his cape, sweeping out to either side and carrying him about eight feet above the ground at a steady pace.

The Stadium was even larger than he had expected, and it made him seem like a speck in comparison to its huge pillars and wide arena. As his eyes looked up and up at the immense arch of one entrance, he spotted a figure at the other side, not the largest figure around, but taller than him, a spear in one hand. So, that was Etna's weapon.

As his eyes flickered blue for just a moment, a sign of pride soon hidden, he raised his sword in competitive greeting to the demoness. He preferred not to dwell on his identity, or anyone else's if they were of demonic origin, but it was an irony that couldn't escape him. Two relatively sensible demons in nonlethal combat.

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Etna was leaning against her spear, appearing bored until Meta Knight came into eyesight. She grinned, looking up, casually waving her hand at him as he drew nearer. It was obvious the little puffball wasn't just.. a puffball. She figured the little guy had some power, and now it was time to see just how strong he was. How exciting. ♥

"Fancy meeting you here."

He hovers when he draws close, hilt at his side and shifting up and down as he flaps. There's no scabbard attached to it save for a little metal cap; the blade won't manifest until he draws the sword.

"Indeed." He leans forward and sweeps an arm across, bowing to her in the air. "I am honored to meet you here, Miss Etna."

The bow was .. cute. It was hard to take poor Meta Knight seriously sometimes. However, Etna straightened her posture and returned a little curtsy, clutching her spear in one hand.

"So, I'm guessing you're my opponent? This ought'a be interesting."

"Indeed." He had fought demons many times his size before, but most of them were dumb beasts with a high power level and a low grasp of tactics. Their strength was in numbers, or in physical force. Etna would be different. Fluttering in a half-circle to put some distance between them, he drew his sword from its sheath.

The hilt came free without a blade, but a flare of golden light poured from it and crackled into the shape of a sword with rows of sharp hooks on both edges and a thin long tip.

Dropping to the ground, he folded his wings behind the cape and gave the sword a flourish. "Let us begin!"

Etna eyed the sword. It reminded her of something Laharl would use...

Once Meta Knight innitiated the battle, Etna twirled her staff around, holding it behind her as she dashed towards her opponent. When they were only a few feet apart, she swung her staff forward at him, testing his response.

Though his walk tottered him back and forth, his run was surprisingly light, and he jumped forward and parried away the staff with a flick of his blade. It wasn't easy, because the weapon was large compared to him, but he used the force to push himself to the side instead of trying to take the entire swing on his sword.

Jumping up, he took a quick swipe at Etna's side, trying to get under the pole.

The demoness dodged as best she could, grinning. It was a close call though. Meta was a quick little bugger. She landed at the spot he was previously at and turned back towards him, "So, quick question. We fighting until whoever draws the first blood?"

"I presumed so, yes." That had been foolish of him, not establishing it beforehand.

She was faster than he had expected, and he dodged back out of her spear range. An unwise idea, most likely, but he didn't like to stay on the offensive too long. His standard swings, while they had nontrivial force, were still small and short and best suited for quick and unexpected strikes. He wasn't about to send out a Sword Beam in a duel to first blood -- that was too much.

"Alright then."

Now knowing that was what they had to do, it would seem Etna had the upper hand, but she knew better than to judge an enemy so quickly. He sure had a lot of armor on.. Would her staff alone be enough to draw blood? Etna casually started circling him, trying to look for an opening.

He jumped again, several times his height, and flipped in the air in a sort of buzz-saw spin that brought his sword in a vertical spin down towards Etna.

Etna quickly brought her spear infront of her, holding it with both hands horizontally, hoping to knock him back.

The spear came up and blocked his sword; when he felt the clang, he grabbed onto the pole with his free hand. The rest of his momentum carried him around so that he flipped over the spear, dangling there by his hand. He didn't add much weight to her weapon -- ten or twenty pounds at most -- and so she held it in the air while he spun. Backwards, unfortunately, but he twisted himself up and threw himself away from the pole.

(ooc: that's okay. :) )

Watching him fly back, Etna sighed to herself. This was going to be a long battle if they both just kept attacking and blocking. First blood, huh?..

"Hey, you use any magic or other special techniques?"

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XD Sorry for the repost

'sok! Yes, he's adorable. Takes away from his serious image.. :P

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