(1st Tournament Round 2) Rook vs. Lao Wong

The tournament is going to be set in the dense forest located near the Sinister Seven HQ. Outside sources are scarce and the weather is threatening to storm. All participants are required to post within a 2 hour ONLINE time. If they are offline they will have extended permissions. Failing to post within the online 2 hour response time will result in a defaulted forfeit. Good luck to the combatants and have a fair fight. BEGIN!

Posting Order: 1.)Lao Wong 2.) Rook
Stylized Fight: Non-Death Match Tournament Round
Participants: Two
Judged: Yes

Rook remained solitary, a comforting position perched upon a small batch of leaves scattered on the forrest grounds, result of the passing over storm that was on the verge of breaking out over the dry patched land, in need of water from nature's sources. Rook had a calm presence of himself, despite the hollowed shell of a robotic life form, he was able to comprehend his balance and harmony. Little had he understood the concept's of appointed battling for the sake of a game, though to his Master's words, a tournament is honorable and rewards those who particpate with great ceremony and recognition. Rook had no interest in trophies, glamored feasts or chanted names, no, rather that of his self dignity and recognition. Rook contained only a spirit, a spirit that was hungry for finding itself. Rook saw the first pelt of rainwater striking down before him on the ground, the trees above dancing to the whistling rustle of the wind's passing. Leaves drying of the autumn pass were left to spring from their branches and fall to the surface flooring below. Rook felt the presense, not only of the storm that would soon arrive, but rather that of something entirely different. He knew he would have an opponent meet him within the center of the wood, the time was unknown to him, though the expetancy of a visitor was not that of a surprise to him. Rook would slowly bring his hands from their restingn position upon his lap, where had sat for several hours mediatating to the best of his abilities, while bringing upward his arms he would pull the katana that was lain before him in a resting position, awaiting to be picked up before the pre-appointed sparring session. Rook had no intention of hurrying his movement's, those that rush into battle are met with illest fate. He slowly raised himself upward into a standing position, using his toes and legging strength to raise the four hundred and twenty pound hunk of outer shelling of his. Rook brought himself back into his standing position before turning to his opponent to whom had just arrived. Rook made a clever note of the man, inspecting his weaponary, his body build and overall appearnce that might become handy within the battle to come. He was a tall man, garbed in metallic accessory, weaponary was an unknown source despite Rook's ability to examine specifications of his opponent using a holographic sensory detailer within his helmet orb. Rook remained within the calm state he was in before the approach of the strange, making it into the semi-final matches wtihin the tournament, Rook had no reason to think of this man as a lucky warrior, but rather that of someone who was skilled within the art of fighting, Rook respected those warriors. With a solitary bow, he would lower his back and bring his head and shoulders down, paying his respects for the warrior before him, allowing him confidence in his opponent and within himself for respect. Rook brought his body upward and brought a single hand to the katana that was perched upon his side, held tightly together by the leather boundings that stretched over his shoudlder, hip and lower back, the straps themselves, buckled and tightly securing one other katana upon the outer facing's of his back. The second katana was reassurance of his primary weapon breaking, a skilled Samurai does not need to even raise but his sword once, but when instances of stronger opoonents comes to play, it never hurts to have a secondary ready for defenses. Rook let out a soft amount of steam from his body components, exhurting that of dispelling sources of his speed and quickness, he would need both in the fight before him if he had chance against a formidable foe. Rook brought outward his hand that tightly gripped the hilt of his sheathed katana and brought it forth before him, illuminating the blade with a sparkling delight of small static electricity that shimmered up and down the enlined edging of it's sharpened end. The katana jolted slightly, the rain pouring and bouncing off it's edging allowing a soft TSST to sound out before him, competing with the sound of rain now pelting at the metallic armor of Rook's robotic shell. The rain coated over his dirty grey cloak, the hood collecting a small amount of water as it drizzled heavier now, the idea of a strong storm very well evidenced now. Rook shifted his footwork and stance, the mudded ground below him now, resulting from the rainfall was making the ground a slipperly slope for both opponents, relying on stationary stances were to be the best chance for corrected battle and defensive manuevures. Rook brought upward his head to face his opponent, allowing the movement of his opponent to be in full visible spectrum for Rook to use against him, as thunder clapped through the sky, an orchestrated spectical of lightning filled the sky, illuminating even the surface of the forrest, shining out details of the wooded paths and small rivers that flowed through it, the sky was darkening as the clouds continued to roll in. Rook held tight to his katana, awaiting the first offensive attack to roll from his opponent, Rook would not allow dishonor from his Master, nor from himself.

Rook watched as the as the man before him was prepping his attack, before Rook had realized, despite what his thermal sensory could not have picked up through his vision under the visor. The propulsion that was being emitted by the being before him, Rook would have never picked up on the field themselves if it not for the rain, allowing him to see the exact range of the shields themselves. Despite this, Rook had an idea that there was more to this man than just the shields that he was displaying. Rook would keep up his defenses despite all of this, he gave a quick twirl of his katana whilst keeping his attention upon the man. Rook eyed him as the rain continued to pour down with relentless force, the man sprang from the ground, the ground below him somewhat lifting and mud blasted from the ground as he sprang from up it. The mud fell to the ground as the man was now mid-air and quickly flying toward Rook. The man's speed were greater than he had witness from a mere human before, though that all entirely may have been Rook's disadvantage, judging the capabilities of this man by mere sight alone, which was a fatal flaw that was within his main programming. Rook lowered his body and brought his head up, watching the man in midair, attempting to draw a trajectory path before the man was to hit the ground, upon his heads-up display an arrow would be drawn before the man, revealing based on his leap, the exact spot he would be heading toward before hitting the ground. Rook's alert lighting began to buzz static like within his helmet based on the rain, disrupting his display leaving his somewhat blind while his systems attempted to keep up with a processioning antenna that was sprang in orange paint on the rear end of his helmet. Rook was alerted that when the man were to strike the ground that he would be at the exact location that Rook himself was standing in, a marvelous judge of distance from the man, tipping the hint to Rook that this man was well trained in his art of slight acrobatic fighting style, added on along with his force fields that were played up. Rook reacted quickly, for his body too was fast. With a quick jolt of his head he brought his eyes back to the man, the rain playing a valuable secret to him that would help with this particular attack the man was distributing. As to the naked eye and the rain helping, it would appear as though the one shield would remain up while the man attacked, increasing it somewhat, though the rain bouncing off the emitters, would reveal that several kinetic fields were up now, the rain proving the exact range of his newly formed kinetic fields. In the blink of an eye, the man struck the ground, the force of the blast was severe, though with footing of Rook's reaction speed, he caught the slightest of blunt force trauma that he could endure, and still to that fact he was blasted backwards, his body spinning and limped as he flew through the air like a rag-doll. The force of the kinetic blast was so strong, as it threw Rook near across the forest he would hit a tree, breaking through it's years of growing trunk density nearly in half, tipping the tree as he fell. As his broke through the tree, Rook regained his composure whilst in mid-air and used a small amount of steam to balance out his fall back to the ground, with a elegant spin he brought his body forth and landed on his feet, touching the ground and sliding a few paces back as the mud was still riddled all across the forest, Rook shook his arms as they were slow to log back into his system understanding, as though that blast had disrupted his internal memory. Rook didn't take the time for a retaliation, this time he would advance the attack, as with an attack that strong, it must have drained some remaining energy the man had to produce for something to externally produce shields, something not so mental, but physically attached or inside his body, Rook was to find out. Rook's shoulders sprang open, his forearms doing the same, small canisters revealed themselves as though a trick up his sleeve from the get go, from within those canisters small can shaped missiles were placed, spear tipped as though an arrow head. With a puff of white smoke, and with great velocity they sprang from his arms and shoulders, the puff of white smog left by their afterburners, were leading them toward the man, not directly at his body but to the area around him. The missiles exploded near the man, destroying the two trees that were grown beside him, massive oaks, stretching far into the sky, giving the impression to the viewer that they have been growing in this forest for hundred of years. The missile explosions destroyed the two tree's lower bases causing them to fall the opposite of the man, leaving him in no danger of being crushed. They were falling behind him when Rook took his plan to part two. With the giant rectangular holsters propped on each side of his body, four, two to each canister fired zip-line type mechanisms from their placing and mimicking the previous missiles, arrow tipped, they strongly attached themselves to the falling tree trunks, the force of the falling trees would begin to pull Rook at an alarming speed toward the man, with this he brought his katana upward, spinning whilst still attached to the zip-lines, cutting them from his canister and bringing him face to face with the opposing man, the force of the tree's falling bringing his speed up tenfold, as he approached in the air, he brought his katana toward his chest, hoping for a landing blow.