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Post by The Izzack on Nov 22, 2019 16:25:34 GMT -8
Honestly, Daniel didn't really know what to expect from a man who wielded a mop as a weapon. Of course, he found out the answer quickly as he was sent hurtling backwards from a swing that could knock a donkey to its knees. His launch back was partially for show, however. Strong as it was, the strike probably wasn't big enough to have Daniel skidding backwards ten or so feet. Even so, his head rung, and his very soul hurt. "Good one." he offered after spitting off to the side. "Now it's my turn." With that, he charged once more. Finally, he could actually attack! Of course, it wouldn't do to go all out. He wanted to savor this. It wasn't often someone was so willing to go toe to toe with him, after all. Once again, he launched himself upwards, seemingly going through the same routine as before. Up he went, around he flipped, and dow-
Something was different.
Instead of holding his guitar case pointed towards his target like last time, he swung it midair, and dropped it, using that momentum to launch himself towards his foe at a shocking speed, fist outstretched like some goofy superhero. He really hoped he hit this one, otherwise, he'd just look silly for trying the same setup twice.
Ah, who was he kidding?
Daniel never looked silly!
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Post by Lepa on Nov 24, 2019 16:51:55 GMT -8
This man, in fact, looked incredibly silly.
What fool would try the same move twice in a row?!
In contrast to his villain persona, Omega wasn't one to underestimate his opponents. At least, he liked to think so... It was difficult to gauge sometimes, but fighting wasn't just a mindless bout. There was an art to it, almost like a performance quality; and from the get go, he felt this "Big Fellow" understood that. But now... now he had the gall, the cajones to insult Omega like this? He thought he could get away with performing the same exact technique and-
"What?!"
Okay, this was not the same exact technique. Unfortunately, Omega realized this too late. Were it not for his mental reprimanding, he'd have been able to focus much more clearly, but alas - he was the damn fool. Even if it was just for a moment, he had underestimated his opponent and paid the price for it. He raised his weapon a second too late. He attempted to swat the man aside or parry him or do something, but all he could manage to do was brace himself with a mediocre blocking stance.
Daniel crashed into the man, his fist half grazing Omega's face. The rest of his body slammed into him like a cannonball, launching both men across the pavement. Omega bore the brunt of the force. He rolled back bit before stopping on his back. Quickly, he reached his arm out, grasping for the polearm he'd dropped. He used it to prop himself back up in an effort to reclaim his footing.
"...Tch!" Omega grunted, gritting his teeth. He looked annoyed, but the edges of his mouth slowly curled into a grin. "Not bad, Big Fellow!" He wiped the back of his arm against the cheek that Daniel had managed to hit. He glanced down at it briefly, checking for blood. There was none, but... that still didn't stop it from hurting like hell. Not that Omega minded, of course - they were just getting started. "...But enough of your "Big" moves!" The man cracked his neck, eye glowing again. "Come, human!" he declared, brandishing his weapon again. "See how you fare..." Another fanciful twirl. "Against the might of The End's corrupting arts!" With that declaration, he lunged forward, barraging the Big Fellow with a multitude of skillful jabs and strikes.
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Post by The Izzack on Nov 24, 2019 17:49:24 GMT -8
"Foolish knave! All I have are 'big moves'! An-oho!" Daniel blurted in shock as Omega's offense began. At first, the strikes were simple to deflect, but as they came faster and faster, Daniel found himself quickly being pushed backward, desperately dodging strike after strike. This guy was good! Not only did he want to fight, he could hold his own against someone else! Sure, the strikes that got through hurt like hell, but Daniel didn't truly mind. After all, no pain, no gain, and the fun he was gaining made the pain of being hit plenty worth it. That being said, he couldn't just keep backing up forever. He had to come up with a plan to turn the tide again, but what? That's when an idea struck him. Slowly but surely, he backed himself up to where his case had ended up. Then, finally nearing the huge object, he glanced back, only to get hit hard in the head by an expertly jabbed mop. He let himself fall over, right next to his weapon, yet he didn't quite stir. As it was, he seemed rather hurt, but it was simply a ruse to get his opponent close. He was in an awkward position, but all of his muscles were tensed in order to swing the case at Omega's feet when he came into range.
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Post by Lepa on Nov 25, 2019 8:16:00 GMT -8
"Hmph!"
Once Daniel fell over, Omega finally paused to catch his breath. Of course, he held his stance, ready as ever, but... he just needed a moment of reprieve. After all, as quick as he was, his stamina wasn't infinite. Pacing was important - he couldn't just burn everything in one go! What more humiliating way to lose would there be than tiring out?!
...Actually, there were a lot of ways, but that was beside the point. He just needed to rest while the Big Fellow was down. Sure, he could've attacked him immediately, but just because he played a villain didn't mean he had no honor. He would allow him a second or two - more than ample time to get up. And when it was clear that Daniel was still reeling, well, that's when took his opportunity.
"Prepare yourself!" He shouted, clearly making good use of the breaths he'd just recovered. Spinning his polearm overhead to build momentum, he charged forward to strike. "HaaaAAHHH!"
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Post by The Izzack on Nov 26, 2019 15:21:52 GMT -8
Daniel played dead for what seemed like forever. He thought he would die of boredom before he finally heard Omega speak again. "Finally!" he thought, " Was getting tired of being 'prepared', bubsy!" still, he said nothing. Seeming too alert would only ruin his fun little trick! No, Daniel was going to have to wait just a little bit more. Just until his foe was almost upon him.
There! Daniel couldn't risk taking a peek, but the sound of Omega's feet charging towards him was a dead giveaway. When the man was just about in striking range, Daniel sprung into action. Of course, he couldn't do much while laying down, but still. He lurched, swinging his guitar case until it rested at his feet, and then, with a burst of energy, he launched it at the janitorial jouster. Such a forceful action against such a heavy object, of course, provided a strong enough equal and opposite reaction to launch Daniel backwards. He skidded along the harsh ground for a little bit, before grabbing onto the edge of the sidewalk, or maybe the edge of a pothole, or maybe the edge of the world. Daniel wasn't paying attention anymore to where they were. Regardless, he grabbed the edge of something, and with a feat of forearm strength, used his momentum and his grip to flip himself back to his feet.
"Prepared enough for ya?" he taunted, his 'Noble knight' facade slipping somewhat.
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Post by Lepa on Dec 3, 2019 11:40:26 GMT -8
"GAH!"
Omega yelled as he fell. It might have only grazed his toe or heel, but it got the job done. He'd attempted to use his built up momentum to leap over the object, but he hadn't reacted in time. The momentum carried him too far forward, and with the force of the guitar case catching him just enough, he fell forward and kissed the concrete. It... wasn't very befitting of the self proclaimed End of All Things.
"Hrrrgh...!" Omega groaned, half in pain, half out of frustration. Still face down, he reached his arm out, grasping for his weapon.
""Prepared enough for ya?" He'd heard the smug little man taunt.
"Imbecile..." He growled in response, though he could've very well been uttering it to himself. Once he pulled the polearm close, he used it as a means to push himself to his feet. "Crafty..." He muttered to himself, shifting his weight as he plotted his next move.
"Hey, uh, guys?" A chipper voice called out nearby. Sierra poked her head out from behind a mailbox. "Hi! I'm still here!" She waved to the two. "I just wanted to say, um... Mister Small Big Man Daniel, sir?" She edged out from behind the box. "Your fighting is very cool and all, but I don't think this man here... has my bracelet."
"...Bracelet?" Omega repeated, raising a brow. He looked to Daniel with a frown. "What is this creature on about, Big Fellow?" He asked, puzzled. "...No, wait... I see. Hers is the honor you spoke of... and you believe that I, Omega Reload, would be in possession of such a trivial item?" Though he still spoke with the overexaggerated flair as a supervillain, the underlying tone was... almost similar to a girl finding out she was being cheated on? "Is that why you've engaged me?" He stepped forward, eye glowing again. "Do you not desire combat for combat's sake?!"
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Post by The Izzack on Dec 3, 2019 16:17:47 GMT -8
"Hrmm?" Daniel chirped, turning his attention momentarily back to Sierra. "Well, I mean, I figured that much, Sierra! Come on! If he had your bracelet, I'm sure he'd know how to accessorize a little more! Still, you don't want an obvious villain like this to go about as he was, do you?" he asked almost in a tone bordering on scolding the poor bunny. Seriously, how could such a girl be so blase as to let such evil run amok? Some people didn't get it.
With that settled, he turned back to his foe. In one fluid motion, he planted both of his feet shoulder length apart, and pointed one finger high towards the heavens. " A man fights," he began, "Not for honor, but for you! He rises up, and falls back on the streets, for the thrill of the fight! He holds the sun in his hands, and he burns with a passion untold of by man and god alike! He aids those in need, but he never forgets the manly spirit inside raging for battle!" he swung his arm down, and pointed directly at Omega, almost accusingly. "JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!?" he shouted with a fervor that made his earlier passion seem tepid.
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Post by Lepa on Jan 11, 2020 17:26:44 GMT -8
"Well, I mean, I figured that much, Sierra! Come on! If he had your bracelet, I'm sure he'd know how to accessorize a little more! Still, you don't want an obvious villain like this to go about as he was, do you?"
"O-oh...!" Sierra's ears flattened for a moment before shooting straight up again. Her eyes widened. "Th-that's true!" She nodded. The girl was so used to fleeing from threats like Omega that she hadn't quite processed the fact that Daniel was more than happy to fight him. "Y... You're right!" The rabbit lady stood upright. "Sorry for doubting you, Mister Big Man Daniel, sir!" Sierra puffed her chest out with a firm salute.
After Daniel recited his passionate speech with his grand gesture lingering on the tip of his finger... Omega, for the first time in a long time, was at a loss for words. It wasn't often that he found himself perplexed by the other party. Perhaps there was some merit in the short man's question: just who the hell did Omega think he was?
"You..." The man paused. "...I will admit: You are no ordinary man, Big Fellow." He gripped the handle of his mop, holding it aside. "The End has not heard such praises of combat in... quite some time." He grinned. "Perhaps, you..." He trailed off, smile fading. "No... No! First, you must prove yourself worthy!" Omega gave his polearm a twirl before planting it back down again. "You may speak of The Serpents Who Hide or The Way of the Spiral Ascension, but words mean nothing if one cannot live up to them!" He rolled his neck and shoulders, once again parting his feet in a fighting stance. "BIG FELLOW!" He bellowed. "I dare you to defeat me in combat!" Omega outstretched his arms in emphasis. "Should you prove yourself worthy... I offer you a choice!" He drew an arm into his jacket cape, closing his eyes with a chuckle. "Lesser creatures would call it Hell, but only the weak are unable to grasp the promised land of fighting." He opened his eyes. "Prove your worth, and I can reveal to you this Paradise of Combat... Or..."
His jacket swooshed dramatically as he whipped his arm out. He held his arm aside, palm up. Within his fingers he clenched a small, silver trinket.
"I will bestow this object unto you."
Sierra gasped.
"That's it!" She hopped up and down, pointing. "That's it that's it that's it!" The bunny girl clenched her fists against her chest, looking to Daniel worriedly. "That's the bracelet! My bracelet!"
"Hmph... So I suspected..." Omega grunted, tossing the accessory into the air and catching it on his finger. He idly twirled it about. "It was gifted it to me as an offering from a pair of low leveled swine..." He stopped, grasping the bracelet. "...In which they claimed it was a "gift" from a "bunny girl."
"That's me!"
"So I see. Well, Big Fellow?" Omega directed the question to Daniel once again. "What will it be? A chance for you to join Paradise and fight many others such as myself, to your heart's content? Or... a mere trinket?" He paused, then smirked.
"Provided you can defeat me."
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Post by The Izzack on Jan 11, 2020 18:59:06 GMT -8
"Jeez, you're really putting me in a pickle here, dark lord." Daniel said with a deep shrug. Laid back as he seemed, he certainly felt conflicted inside. He really, really wanted to find out what this "Paradise of Combat" was all about. In fact, he could feel deep in his very bones that he should really should find out about that, but even though he REALLY wanted to, he couldn't help but feel like just dropping Sierra's trust like a sack of potatoes would be...mean. Sure, he had no real loyalty to the girl. Hell, they just met! Still, he promised her that he'd help her...but...paradise...combat...
Daniel slapped himself to stop thinking about that for the moment. "Whatever! I don't gotta make a decision until I beat you down! Watch yourself, 'cause I'm about to get serious!" he shouted, dropping the last remnants of his earlier act in his sudden burst of passion. With a burst of speed, he charged at Omega, before launching his case towards the man, and jumping onto it, effectively skating towards his opponent in a shower of sparks as the metal case grinded on the ground below. As he neared, he held out his arm in an attempt to clothesline the vibrant fellow
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Post by Lepa on Mar 6, 2020 6:55:04 GMT -8
Omega smirked. "I wouldn't have expected any less from you, Big Fellow!" He replied, eager for more. With a crack of his neck, the man lifted an arm with a smug swagger, motioning a "come on" to his challenger. When he saw that Daniel took a page out of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2, Omega noted it was definitely one of the more... creative approaches he's seen, but... that's the sort of unpredictability he lived for! The man diagonally spread his feet apart, braced himself and positioned the head of his mop down low. Sure, the end point would've been more effective against Daniel, but it came with the risk of impaling the small man, and Omega wasn't aiming to commit murder. He was here to fight, and what good was a potential sparring partner and Ammo Clan member if said candidate was dead? So, he braced himself and readied his weapon. Omega just hoped that Daniel wasn't planning to do a sick kickflip off his face. As the Big Fellow grinded near, his arm outstretched for an oncoming clothesline, Omega made his move. Or rather, he stood his ground and simply lifted his weapon, letting physics do the work. There was no way Daniel could stop himself in time from slamming into Omega's mophead of doom, though the latter did risk a very buff forearm to the neck. The villain's aim struck true, his weapon smacking directly into Daniel's chest. Again, it struck bluntly and forcefully with the sting of a flail. The strike was direct - undoubtedly enough to at least knock Daniel off of his vehicle - but the sheer force and speed of the Big Fellow's compact frame made Omega's knees buckle. And even if he was successful in knocking him off, there was no way he could contend with the guitar case as it hurled towards him. Well, sacrifices had to be made, he thought - after all, what was a good fight but an adrenaline pumped game of high speed chess? Specifically, a game of high speed chess where you were allowed to punch your opponent in the face? Except the oncoming chess piece was a comically oversized guitar case? ...Maybe the metaphor needed to stop here. He couldn't just stand there and take a hit without trying to avoid it! "HaaAAAH!"Omega shouted as he readied himself to leap over the case, but he hadn't enough time to even lift his feet off the ground. Changing plans, he tried to divert the damn thing, using his polearm to slow it down. It worked... to a degree. In exchange for the speed loss, he'd inadvertently made the case rear up and it threatened to go completely airborne. The man loudly cursed under his breath, trying to back up. He abandoned his weapon all together and forced himself to fall sideways, escaping the path of the oversized thing, but not without it nicking one of his legs. He'd landed hard on the concrete as well, wincing at the impact. Ooh, did that hurt... But he couldn't just lay around. Not after declaring his challenge to the Big Fellow...! Stubbornly, Omega stirred. He'd felt worse, he reminded himself. Though his movements were a bit slower, the man got up steadily, eventually returning to his feet. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath, then assumed his stance again, the glow in his eye a bit dimmer - but still visible.
He couldn't allow himself to go down so easily.
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Post by The Izzack on Mar 6, 2020 7:54:31 GMT -8
As Omega's mop slammed into his chest, Daniel was once again launched backwards, though this time, there were no theatrics in his movements. With a distinct thud! his back slammed against the nearest building. That was certainly going to hurt tomorrow. He slowly and painfully pulled himself back to his feet, hoping not to be attacked while he was recovering.
Luckily, it seemed that Omega had somehow not come out of the exchange unscathed either. As the two rose back to a fighting position, Daniel gave a brief shout of pain and exhilaration. "Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon! Now we can fight like warriors! Hand to hand!" he shouted, raising his fists into a ready stance. Maybe this would be a good chance to try out some of those moves he learned from Vivi. Of course, relying on more tried and true methods were the smarter option...either way, he slowly started walking forwards, doing his best not to show how wounded he felt. "Come on then, Omega! Show me what you're made of!"
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Post by Lepa on Apr 25, 2020 14:31:49 GMT -8
"...Heh."
Omega smirked.
"Big Fellow... Need I remind you?" The man answered, mirroring Daniel's walk. "I am Pain. I am Destruction." He began again, his voice starting as a low rumble before it slowly rose in volume. "I am the Dark Prince of the Void, humanity's nightmares made flesh!" As he approached, a shadowy aura enveloped a hand. The flames of darkness flickered wildly. "I am the one who beckons the shadows of damned! I AM THE END OF ALL THINGS!" He shouted, drawing his arm back. "WHAT I'M MADE OF... IS BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION!" The man bellowed grandly, punctuating it with a warlike shout as he threw his shadowed punch directly at Daniel.
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Post by The Izzack on Jul 7, 2020 12:25:46 GMT -8
Daniel's eyes lit up upon seeing Omega's hand become engulfed in dark flame. Was this guy holding out on him this whole time? If he had known he was super powered, he wouldn't have held out himself! Daniel grinned widely as he prepared a counter-attack to the madman's blow. A good, extra-strong punch to the gut would be just the thing!
As Omega's punch landed, Daniel realized too late that the strange fire seemed to be mostly just illusory. However, the fist he himself sent out was certainly not held back...much. "Haha, oops!" he thought as he scrambled to change his attack mid swing.
Clumsily, he changed the course of his fist, moving to wrap it around Omega's midsection instead of landing square in his stomach. He reached down a second hand in order to scoop his foe off of his feet, and lift him above Daniel's shoulders. The hold wasn't too strong, unfortunately. His grip was too low on his opponent's body to secure the hold, but it was better than possibly hurting the guy seriously, and much better than looking weak by letting that super telegraphed shadowfist knock him flat on his ass. "Behold! The power of the Mighty Big Fellow!" he exclaimed, flopping Omega up and down a little in his grasp
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Post by Lepa on Dec 4, 2020 12:21:37 GMT -8
Even if Daniel's attack was a bit sloppy, it still managed to surprise Omega. "Wh-?!" was all he managed to choke out as he suddenly found himself hoisted over the Big Fellow's shoulder. "F-fool...!" He sputtered, half surprised, half squeezed and half humiliated. Sure, that math didn't add up, but the point was this seemed a bit ridiculous, and it no doubt would've looked silly to any onlooker! Forget the dramatic declarations or over the top theatrics; it just... felt anti-climatic. He had seen an oncoming punch and anticipated the oncoming punch, but instead he found himself handled like a sack of potatoes! He wasn't even Irish! He knew there was something off about that punch. Was... was he holding back on him?! Did this small man Big Fellow dare to insult this fiend for combat by underestimating him?!
"How dare you...!" Omega growled as he reached this conclusion. "You've made a dire mistake...!" He hissed, clenching his fists. As his anger grew, he remained unaware that the dark aura that once cloaked his hand began to envelop his entire body. "You've the audacity to hold back against Omega Reload, the End of All Things?! Distortion took over his voice as he spoke, gradually sinking in pitch. "Such conceit... WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL!" At his outburst, the shadowy aura swelled and released a shockwave. Not only did it free Omega from the Big Fellow's grip, but Daniel was sure to have been knocked back from a point blank blast. Omega himself found himself levitating for a few moments, the red glow in his eye as bright as ever. Only after he landed did he snap out of character for a moment. "...Wait, what?" He blinked, glancing down at his hands in bewilderment. There was no time to muse, however; quickly, he shook his head and cleared his throat. If he were to continue being a Dark Lord and Prince of the Void, it wouldn't make sense for him to look surprised that his illusionary tricks had somehow become... real. |
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Post by The Izzack on Dec 11, 2020 17:05:16 GMT -8
The blast knocked Daniel away at a shocking speed, right into a nearby street sign. He groaned as he peeled himself off the reinforced steel bar that he had just wrapped his back around like a horseshoe. Man, that was gonna hurt tomorrow. "Ah, hell. What's the big idea? Why didn't you tell me you had rea-" Wait.
wait a second.
Second's over, this guy had real powers
Daniel's mind raced. From thinking this guy was the real deal, to treating him like the real deal, to figuring out he was a fake deal, to treating him like a fake deal, to learning he was the real deal
That meant...wait for it...He could treat him like the real deal!
"That's right, pal. I have the audacity! I even got all sorts of stuff recorded on it! He taunted, setting himself back up into a fighting position a little shakily. "Tell you what. You showed me your cool magic trick. How abouts I show you what I can do?" he said as be began slowly walking towards Omega menacingly. He flexed his arms, obviously showing off for this rival, and trying to give just a hint of his true strength.
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