Colosseum Even the ageless get old

[Elen Galad]

All these young ones showing up with God knows what kind of powers. If I want to stay effective, I really need to keep in shape. I'm getting too old for this, but as long as I'm still here, come put me to the test.

 

[2Bornot2B]

you still got it, old man?

 

[Elen Galad]

The giant looked up from his book. The thick novel had been keeping him occupied while he waited for some hot blooded young challenger to approach with the intention of testing him or themselves. He closed the book, laid it on the small table beside his wicker chair, and stood up. He was a giant. At 6' 8" his head nearly touched the leaves on the lower branches hanging from the big oak tree who's shade he had been enjoying.

He was as solidly built as the oak itself. His body was long, lythe and lean; padded with slabs of dense muscle. He was built like an oversized heavyweight boxer.

He stretched, working the tension out of his back and neck with a series of loud pops.

"That's a question with only two possible answers. But, I suppose, nither of us will knoe until we try."

His voice was deep and rumbled like thunder.

 

[2Bornot2B]

"well, then I guess we shall find out".The defiant android stared up at her opponent unsheathing a long black katana from her back (its called Cruel Blood Oath if you want to look it up) and unclipping a spear which has rusted with age on her back

 

[Elen Galad]

The large man watched her display her weapons. She was stronger than she looked, if the way she easily handled such cumbersome weapons was any indication. She didn't look like much; a slender, modestly built, but obviously athletic girl. His ice blue eyes sized her up, making initial observations of her reach, height, and weight.

Elen unfastened his shirt and removed it. He wore a tight fitting tank top underneath his expensive button up shirt. The girl didn't seem to have any armor. Not being chivalrous by nature, Elen was not going to make any concession to his opponent. If she wanted a fight, he owed her his best.

His arms were criss crossed with scars, just like his face. His left arm bore intricate tattoos that covered from his wrist up to his shoulder and onto his back. He lofted his tattooed arm and spoke a strange word. That tattoos glowed with a bight cyan light. Points of light surrounded him, and a heavy suit of dark grey plate armor appeared, wrapping around and attaching itself to him. The straps buckled and clasps fastened themselves. Padding made from densly packed wool quilted between walls of cotten protected his flesh from the chafing metal. Tightly linked chainmail protected the joints and gaps between the plates, effectivly turning him into a walking tank. Once the armor was secured, he held out his hand again. This time, a huge great sword appeared. The blade was made if the same dark metal as the armor, and was a good three inches wide, tapering to a brutal point at the end. He grasped the long handle with both hands, letting the long blade rest on his shoulder. He held a gauntleted hand out to her. The helmet made his voice sound odd and unnatural when he spoke.

"Shall we dance?"

 

[2Bornot2B]

The large man watched her display her weapons. She was stronger than she looked, if the way she easily handled such cumbersome weapons was any indication. She didn't look like much; a slender, modestly built, but obviously athletic girl. His ice blue eyes sized her up, making initial observations of her reach, height, and weight.

Elen unfastened his shirt and removed it. He wore a tight fitting tank top underneath his expensive button up shirt. The girl didn't seem to have any armor. Not being chivalrous by nature, Elen was not going to make any concession to his opponent. If she wanted a fight, he owed her his best.

His arms were criss crossed with scars, just like his face. His left arm bore intricate tattoos that covered from his wrist up to his shoulder and onto his back. He lofted his tattooed arm and spoke a strange word. That tattoos glowed with a bight cyan light. Points of light surrounded him, and a heavy suit of dark grey plate armor appeared, wrapping around and attaching itself to him. The straps buckled and clasps fastened themselves. Padding made from densly packed wool quilted between walls of cotten protected his flesh from the chafing metal. Tightly linked chainmail protected the joints and gaps between the plates, effectivly turning him into a walking tank. Once the armor was secured, he held out his hand again. This time, a huge great sword appeared. The blade was made if the same dark metal as the armor, and was a good three inches wide, tapering to a brutal point at the end. He grasped the long handle with both hands, letting the long blade rest on his shoulder. He held a gauntleted hand out to her. The helmet made his voice sound odd and unnatural when he spoke.

"Shall we dance?"

"buckle up old timer" she dashed forwards aiming to strike the centre of your chest with her long Katana" I am, after all, supposed to be YoRHas best"

 

[Elen Galad]

The attack was sudden, and fast. The straight forward thrust came in at an angle that was hard to track. He waited until the tip of her sword was just in front of him, then brought his own weapon up. Holding it straight up, he swiped horizontally in front of himself. As the two blades met there was a sharp ring of metal on metal. Once her blade was caught against his sword's crossguard, he rotated his hands. The left hand held high in the hilt and acted as a fulcrum, allowing him to use his right hand for fine control of the blade's direction and angle. He rotated the sword so that it pushed her own blade down and to the left as he stepped forward and to the right. With a quick follow through flourish, he freed his blade from the bind over, and used the momentum for his own counter attack, swinging his huge blade up and around into a savage Krumphau (or crooked strike) aimed at her head. His movement was more sudden and swift than it should have been, given how huge he was and wearing full armor. He timed his counter attack to catch her off balance, and his strike was a killing blow that was comming for her neck with brutal force.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Suddenly a heavy thump was heard behind him. A deep voice was heard and it said, “I am the true challenge you want... Human.” The figure looked medieval yet futuristic at the same time. He stood at 8 feet tall and wore crimson red and gold armor.

 

[2Bornot2B]

The attack was sudden, and fast. The straight forward thrust came in at an angle that was hard to track. He waited until the tip of her sword was just in front of him, then brought his own weapon up. Holding it straight up, he swiped horizontally in front of himself. As the two blades met there was a sharp ring of metal on metal. Once her blade was caught against his sword's crossguard, he rotated his hands. The left hand held high in the hilt and acted as a fulcrum, allowing him to use his right hand for fine control of the blade's direction and angle. He rotated the sword so that it pushed her own blade down and to the left as he stepped forward and to the right. With a quick follow through flourish, he freed his blade from the bind over, and used the momentum for his own counter attack, swinging his huge blade up and around into a savage Krumphau (or crooked strike) aimed at her head. His movement was more sudden and swift than it should have been, given how huge he was and wearing full armor. He timed his counter attack to catch her off balance, and his strike was a killing blow that was comming for her neck with brutal force.

The attack was sudden, and fast. The straight forward thrust came in at an angle that was hard to track. He waited until the tip of her sword was just in front of him, then brought his own weapon up. Holding it straight up, he swiped horizontally in front of himself. As the two blades met there was a sharp ring of metal on metal. Once her blade was caught against his sword's crossguard, he rotated his hands. The left hand held high in the hilt and acted as a fulcrum, allowing him to use his right hand for fine control of the blade's direction and angle. He rotated the sword so that it pushed her own blade down and to the left as he stepped forward and to the right. With a quick follow through flourish, he freed his blade from the bind over, and used the momentum for his own counter attack, swinging his huge blade up and around into a savage Krumphau (or crooked strike) aimed at her head. His movement was more sudden and swift than it should have been, given how huge he was and wearing full armor. He timed his counter attack to catch her off balance, and his strike was a killing blow that was comming for her neck with brutal force.

she tried in vain to attempt to dodge the savage attack

 

[Elen Galad]

His form was perfect, his timing on the mark. He planned to turn the blade so that the flat struck her, rather than taking her head off. He sensed this girl had much more to offer in a fight, and she wasn't threatening his life, so there was no reason to kill her. His blow never landed however. A huge thud of something massive landing nearby threw him off. He spun away from the girl, letting her lunge carry her past him, as he faced the new arrival.

The newcomer was wearing the most ridiculous suit of armor he had ever seen. It looked far too bulky to allow him to move, much less fight. But he had seen stranger things. The hull of this hulking challenger looked like it could absorb quite a lot of damage. The hammer he carried also looked like it could deal it's own share, assuming it could be swung effectively.

Elen gripped the hilt of his massive blade tight, making the pates of his gauntlet creak and clink together. He didn't give a damn about honor, fair play or any of that crap. What annoyed him was the gall. The arrogant tone of this new challenger, and his disrespectful interference in a one on one fight was an insult to both himself and the strange girl who had challenged him first. He was not about to just ignore her to deal with this metal oaf. There was only one thing for it. He brought his sword up and resumed his ready stance, blade resting on one shoulder.

"Since you don't have the courtesy to wait your turn, I'll simply have to take the both of you on." He said. He turned his head to the girl, eyeing her through his visor. "This clown's distraction has given you another chance, girl. Don't waste it. If you want to claim victory, I suggest you attack quickly, before he interferes again."

 

[2Bornot2B]

His form was perfect, his timing on the mark. He planned to turn the blade so that the flat struck her, rather than taking her head off. He sensed this girl had much more to offer in a fight, and she wasn't threatening his life, so there was no reason to kill her. His blow never landed however. A huge thud of something massive landing nearby threw him off. He spun away from the girl, letting her lunge carry her past him, as he faced the new arrival.

The newcomer was wearing the most ridiculous suit of armor he had ever seen. It looked far too bulky to allow him to move, much less fight. But he had seen stranger things. The hull of this hulking challenger looked like it could absorb quite a lot of damage. The hammer he carried also looked like it could deal it's own share, assuming it could be swung effectively.

Elen gripped the hilt of his massive blade tight, making the pates of his gauntlet creak and clink together. He didn't give a damn about honor, fair play or any of that crap. What annoyed him was the gall. The arrogant tone of this new challenger, and his disrespectful interference in a one on one fight was an insult to both himself and the strange girl who had challenged him first. He was not about to just ignore her to deal with this metal oaf. There was only one thing for it. He brought his sword up and resumed his ready stance, blade resting on one shoulder.

"Since you don't have the courtesy to wait your turn, I'll simply have to take the both of you on." He said. He turned his head to the girl, eyeing her through his visor. "This clown's distraction has given you another chance, girl. Don't waste it. If you want to claim victory, I suggest you attack quickly, before he interferes again."

"ever the gentleman huh, I guess this just turned into a deathmatch" she draws her spear and hurls it at the arrogant armour wearing thing.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

(Time to fight a space marine. lol)

The space marine suddenly began run. He jumped up spun around and swung his massive hammer towards the grandmaster with surprising speed and agility. The space marine touched the ground making absolutely no sound at all and burst forward with speed aiming to shoulder ram the grandmaster. (Assume that the swing of the hammer missed btw)

 

[2Bornot2B]

(Time to fight a space marine. lol)

The space marine suddenly began run. He jumped up spun around and swung his massive hammer towards the grandmaster with surprising speed and agility. The space marine touched the ground making absolutely no sound at all and burst forward with speed aiming to shoulder ram the grandmaster. (Assume that the swing of the hammer missed btw)

She dashed backwards and watches the space marine fight

 

[Elen Galad]

The huge suit of armor shook the ground as his attacker ran forward. Elen braced himself, ready to answer whatever opening attack he had in mind. When his adversary jumped, Elen was taken back a bit. So the thing could not only move, it had far more articulation than was apparent at first. The attack, while fast and no doubt brutal, was telegraphed loudly. The jump took away his footing, making the attack broad. Despite how easy it was to see coming, Elen knew it would be foolish to try and block such a huge weapon with his own. His only choice was to advance and avoid it. he bent his knees, lowering himself under the swing as he stepped forward. As he moved, he dropped the sword low, and began to swing upward in a heavy horizontal strike of his own. He was just beginning to turn his body to add power, intending to strike with the solid pommel of his weapon instead of the blade. Before he could get his momentum, the armored giant suddenly surged forward, slamming his huge shoulder plate into him.

Elen gasped as he was blown off his feet with a loud clang of metal on metal. He flew backwards and bounced, rolling and grinding to a stop at least 20 feet from where he had been standing. As his huge body settled into the dirt, he grunted. He couldn't feel any serious injuries, just a dull pain all over, and his breath was knocked out. The armor absorbed most of the impact but his diaphragm had collapsed. He placed a hand on his broad chest and shoved down hard. The motion had the effect of a bellows, causing his muscles to rebound and suck air down his windpipe and into his lungs. He coughed harshly as his breathing returned to normal. He sat up stiffly and looked around. He had managed to hold on to his weapon even after such a blow. Countless ages of instinct had locked his hand to insure he wouldn't be disarmed so easily. Still...

"Stupid," He growled as he got to his feet, "Clumsy...Half assed..."

He shook the stiffness out of himself. This wasn't the time. Now was time to give account. He studied the opponent once more. The armor was no doubt mechanized. The hammer had to weigh as much as he did himself, and that armor looked far to thick for his sword to punch through on it's own. He needed to think of something different.

"Shake the can, bruise the fruit inside," He said to himself.

He stuck his sword into the ground, leaving it behind as he returned to the area of the fight. He cracked his knuckles, making the gauntlets clink as well. His armor began to shift. The metal slid and morphed, rearranging itself according to it's master's will. Soon the only parts that remained were the breast plate, knee guards, gauntlets and boots. However, all the excess metal that had retreated now coalesced on the gauntlets and boots. the layers of plate flowed and locked onto each other, making the gauntlets and boots thicker and heavier. Now most of the mass was concentrated there, turning his hands and feet into heavy bludgeoning weapons. If he couldn't pierce his opponent's thick shell, it looked like his new plan was raw, blunt force trauma.

"Once more, with feeling."

Elen dug in and came out as the aggressor this time, not wanting to give his target a chance to build up steam. He came in fast, much faster now that his armor was reconfigured. He made a quick jerk to the right, twitching his shoulder like he would come in high, but then suddenly snapped back to the left, dropping low and twisting his body into a heavy left hook, aiming his metal clad fist at the area of the ribs; the junction where the torso of the armor was segmented and not as solid. The ground beneath him cracked from the force he was putting out, and his fist was coming in hot, as if it were a solid iron missile.

 

[2Bornot2B]

The huge suit of armor shook the ground as his attacker ran forward. Elen braced himself, ready to answer whatever opening attack he had in mind. When his adversary jumped, Elen was taken back a bit. So the thing could not only move, it had far more articulation than was apparent at first. The attack, while fast and no doubt brutal, was telegraphed loudly. The jump took away his footing, making the attack broad. Despite how easy it was to see coming, Elen knew it would be foolish to try and block such a huge weapon with his own. His only choice was to advance and avoid it. he bent his knees, lowering himself under the swing as he stepped forward. As he moved, he dropped the sword low, and began to swing upward in a heavy horizontal strike of his own. He was just beginning to turn his body to add power, intending to strike with the solid pommel of his weapon instead of the blade. Before he could get his momentum, the armored giant suddenly surged forward, slamming his huge shoulder plate into him.

Elen gasped as he was blown off his feet with a loud clang of metal on metal. He flew backwards and bounced, rolling and grinding to a stop at least 20 feet from where he had been standing. As his huge body settled into the dirt, he grunted. He couldn't feel any serious injuries, just a dull pain all over, and his breath was knocked out. The armor absorbed most of the impact but his diaphragm had collapsed. He placed a hand on his broad chest and shoved down hard. The motion had the effect of a bellows, causing his muscles to rebound and suck air down his windpipe and into his lungs. He coughed harshly as his breathing returned to normal. He sat up stiffly and looked around. He had managed to hold on to his weapon even after such a blow. Countless ages of instinct had locked his hand to insure he wouldn't be disarmed so easily. Still...

"Stupid," He growled as he got to his feet, "Clumsy...Half assed..."

He shook the stiffness out of himself. This wasn't the time. Now was time to give account. He studied the opponent once more. The armor was no doubt mechanized. The hammer had to weigh as much as he did himself, and that armor looked far to thick for his sword to punch through on it's own. He needed to think of something different.

"Shake the can, bruise the fruit inside," He said to himself.

He stuck his sword into the ground, leaving it behind as he returned to the area of the fight. He cracked his knuckles, making the gauntlets clink as well. His armor began to shift. The metal slid and morphed, rearranging itself according to it's master's will. Soon the only parts that remained were the breast plate, knee guards, gauntlets and boots. However, all the excess metal that had retreated now coalesced on the gauntlets and boots. the layers of plate flowed and locked onto each other, making the gauntlets and boots thicker and heavier. Now most of the mass was concentrated there, turning his hands and feet into heavy bludgeoning weapons. If he couldn't pierce his opponent's thick shell, it looked like his new plan was raw, blunt force trauma.

"Once more, with feeling."

Elen dug in and came out as the aggressor this time, not wanting to give his target a chance to build up steam. He came in fast, much faster now that his armor was reconfigured. He made a quick jerk to the right, twitching his shoulder like he would come in high, but then suddenly snapped back to the left, dropping low and twisting his body into a heavy left hook, aiming his metal clad fist at the area of the ribs; the junction where the torso of the armor was segmented and not as solid. The ground beneath him cracked from the force he was putting out, and his fist was coming in hot, as if it were a solid iron missile.

She also prepared to strike and lowered her stance getting ready to dash forward with her katana.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

The space marine dodges the attack. Just barely. His two hearts and three sets of lungs working overtime to move the giant set of armor. He used the speed of the attack against his adversary and swung his hammer around. He says, "The Imperium of Man is here to take your place. Kneel and admit defeat or DIE at your post."

 

[2Bornot2B]

The space marine dodges the attack. Just barely. His two hearts and three sets of lungs working overtime to move the giant set of armor. He used the speed of the attack against his adversary and swung his hammer around. He says, "The Imperium of Man is here to take your place. Kneel and admit defeat or DIE at your post."

She circles the marine looking for some sort of opening to dash forwards whilst maintaining a steady distance.’what are you?!’

 

[Elen Galad]

There was a boom as the hammer struck. The ground crumbled and a cloud of dust exploded into the air. Chunks of earth and gravel clattered to the ground all around. When the dust began to settle, the extent of the damage was revealed. Elen stood, his right arm raised, his hand flat against the face of the hammer. He had mannaged to twist around and stop the hammer just before it could build up momentum. The force of the blow had buckled the earth around him, making a crater in which he now stood. His muscles bulged, veins standing out with the exertion of strenght. His left hand was still ready to strike, however it appeared that punching was no longer the goal. His tattoos were lit up again, glowing a bright red this time. Since the new fighter showed up he had been channeling energy, focusing the metaphysical power of his magic into his left arm. The spell was crude, insultingly simplistic even. All it did was gather energy and then release it with extream force. However, it was a devistating attack, and a skilled magician could alter the blast, focusing it into a beam, condensing it into an explosive projectile, or spreading it out in a broad wave like a shotgun. He had now charged up enough that the blast would blow a hole through a battle ship, but he had a different target in mind. He held his left hand up, his skin and the metal of the gauntlet crackling with energy.

"Take your imperial whatever, and shove it up your fat metal ass," he said.

He released the attack at point blank range, only noticing at the last second that the girl with the katana was behind his target. It was too late to stop what was coming, he could only hope she would be fast enough to get out of the way or the blast might hit both of them.

 

[2Bornot2B]

There was a boom as the hammer struck. The ground crumbled and a cloud of dust exploded into the air. Chunks of earth and gravel clattered to the ground all around. When the dust began to settle, the extent of the damage was revealed. Elen stood, his right arm raised, his hand flat against the face of the hammer. He had mannaged to twist around and stop the hammer just before it could build up momentum. The force of the blow had buckled the earth around him, making a crater in which he now stood. His muscles bulged, veins standing out with the exertion of strenght. His left hand was still ready to strike, however it appeared that punching was no longer the goal. His tattoos were lit up again, glowing a bright red this time. Since the new fighter showed up he had been channeling energy, focusing the metaphysical power of his magic into his left arm. The spell was crude, insultingly simplistic even. All it did was gather energy and then release it with extream force. However, it was a devistating attack, and a skilled magician could alter the blast, focusing it into a beam, condensing it into an explosive projectile, or spreading it out in a broad wave like a shotgun. He had now charged up enough that the blast would blow a hole through a battle ship, but he had a different target in mind. He held his left hand up, his skin and the metal of the gauntlet crackling with energy.

"Take your imperial whatever, and shove it up your fat metal ass," he said.

He released the attack at point blank range, only noticing at the last second that the girl with the katana was behind his target. It was too late to stop what was coming, he could only hope she would be fast enough to get out of the way or the blast might hit both of them.

She backs out mid dash and watches amazed as the metal beast is consumed with magic.’was that for me?’

 

[Rockwithfries]

Technically the ageless can’t get old

 

[Best Trekkie.]

The armor takes the attack and the space marine flies into a wall. It takes a few seconds before he emerges. His armor looks completely undamaged. (All you have done is piss him off.) He charges forward to the point where he becomes a blur and grabs the gauntlet in his armored hand. Then with relative ease; he crushes it. (You need a Warhammer 40k monster to kill a Warhammer 40k space marine. You just cant unless you have a 1,500mm railgun in your pocket.)

 

[2Bornot2B]

The armour takes the attack and the space marine flies into a wall. It takes a few seconds before he emerges. His armour looks completely undamaged. (All you have done is piss him off.) He charges forward to the point where he becomes a blur and grabs the gauntlet in his armoured hand. Then with relative ease; he crushes it. (You need a Warhammer 40k monster to kill a Warhammer 40k space marine. You just can't unless you have a 1,500mm railgun in your pocket.)

"welp I guess its time to use my trump card".she whistles and a metal box dops in front of her, unfolds and hovers next to her "042 if you were to be so kind" the flying mini-robot begins to fire lasers in quick succession at the giant and the space marine.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

I want you to look up what a space marine is so you can see just how RIDICULOUSLY OVERPOWERED they are.

 

[2Bornot2B]

I want you to look up what a space marine is so you can see just how RIDICULOUSLY OVERPOWERED they are.

ive played warhammer a while ago so im just gonna keep chucking YORHAs' armoury at it

 

[Best Trekkie.]

(LOL)