[BATT] Meet & Beat [Ganyma x Sascha]

[Sypon]

32/40
Adult + Military Weapon: +2 DMG
Ultimate Shield: 2/4

Unique psionic attributes were still a relative mystery to Ganyma - a perfect opportunity for Sascha to land a hit. In a frighteningly impressive blow, the wrestler spun onto the ground with a heavy crash. The pang from his short horn vibrated through his skull, causing his head to spin. He was still in the fight. His shield had reinforced, now at its maximum potential as shards from his back tore off and were replaced. He rolled over, then stumbled to his feet to regain his stance.

Sascha had style. Ganyma smiled and lunged once more. He laughed, exhilerated - muscles pumping with adrenaline, pain on hold while he played his sport. He tackled Sascha full on, daring him to attack close range, aiming to pin him to the ground.

6 damage!  

[seekingCylem]

HECKED UP THE DICE  

[seekingCylem]

HP: 3/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
Telekinesis: 0/1 Offensive Style B: Attack does double damage, and detracts 1 health from opponent every remaining turn.

Sascha allowed himself to feel proud of his attack, even though he knew it wouldn't last. Shield took his time regaining his bearings. He knew the battle wasn't life-or-death, but there was also a degree of caution that Sascha chose to focus on. He had to use every second he was spared or-

Shield grabbed Sascha round the middle and took him to the floor. Sascha's groans were from as much exasperation as they were exertion. The two trolls hit the ground heavily. Sascha was winded, but what little anticipation he had for the attack was enough to keep him moving. Sascha clocked Ganyma upside the head. In the meantime, he rolled his body physically and supplemented with psionics to further flip his position from under Shield.

Sascha does 5 damage!

 

[Sypon]

30/40
Adult + Military Weapon: +2 DMG
Ultimate Shield: 1/4

A punch to the head was no big deal to Ganyma. But, those psionics were a problem. With a small inkling of panic charging his motions, Ganyma had to think fast. As exhausted as he may have been, Sascha was gaining some momentum in strategizing against him and utilizing his powers. It was time to put a stop to that. He could get a victory without a pin – he could get it with submission. If they were floating, that was a bit of a necessity.

In a snap, Ganyma used the bizarre sensation of Sascha altering his position with his telekinetics and wrapped himself around his body – crushing him in a painful hold.
 

[seekingCylem]

HP: 0/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
Telekinesis: 0/1 Offensive Style B: Attack does double damage, and detracts 1 health from opponent every remaining turn.

Sascha had made a mistake. At least it wasn't the obvious kind he would beat himself up for later. He supposed the real mistake was not knowing more about wrestling holds. All of his combat techniques came from just hitting his opponent until they stopped getting up. Not... whatever this was.

This thing Ganyma was doing that was crushing his bones in all the wrong directions.

[Sypon]

"Whoof!" Ganyma slapped onto the ground, a few more sections of his armor breaking off with the force. He released Sascha all at once, prone on the ground at last. As his opponent tapped out, he immediately rolled away from him and got back onto his feet.

"Great match. You alright, there?" He held out his hand to help Sascha up.  

[seekingCylem]

Sascha allowed himself to continue lying on the floor a few more moments. Sore as he was, he reveled in the relief that came with no longer being trapped in the horrorterror hold. After his brief reprieve, he limply slapped the palm of his hand into Ganyma's and hauled himself up.

Sascha numbly surveyed the pieces of Ganyma that had sloughed off in the fight. 'Gross. Cool, but gross.' He glanced back to Ganyma proper and allowed a loose smirk to spread across his face. "Yeah, yeah on both counts. Not like I expected to put much of a dent in a pro-fighter literally named 'Shield,' but damn that was overwhelming." Sascha laughed. It was tinged with exhaustion, but not bitterness.

Sypon

 

[Sypon]

Ganyma nodded, a smile on his face under the mask. “Hey, you did just fine. That power of yours is something else. That’s telekinesis, right? Pretty wild.”

He rolled his shoulders and surveyed the audience. There was a scattered applause from a few of the trolls training in the area, and he gave them a casual wave in response. He could have sworn he saw something – a horn, maybe – flicker out of view in Traian’s private viewing box. It was a good first impression, he thought.

“I’m gonna change and then I can show ya out, unless you wanted to see more of the Coliseum. It’s a pretty nice day in Four Fronds if ya wanna sight see.”

seekingCylem

 

[seekingCylem]

Sascha's smile warmed at the edges. While part of him was inclined to believe Shield was just paying him lip-service, that didn't stop the words from feeling nice.

Sascha looped his thumbs into his pockets and rocked in place. He casually scanned the stadium seating. He hadn't been as aware of the modest audience before. Knowing they'd all just watched him get his a** kicked didn't outweigh the thrill of having competed on the floor of an honest-to-god coliseum. Sascha grinned over his shoulder and threw a small wave of his own.

He turned back to Shield. That was right; he almost forgot about that simple-faced guy under the mask. It was going to be weird returning to pleasant conversation knowing the tealblood could tie him in a square knot. Sascha nodded.

"Right. I'll leave you to it. Actually... Know any good places to eat?"

Sypon

fin~