A Rusty Return

[The Junkyard Cat]

So who's my first opponent?

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Oh me! Me! Pick me! I'm so ready! Yes!

[The Junkyard Cat]

Sure why not.... but be warned... I'm not the same person I was before heheheehe.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

So, what sort of fight do you want?

[The Junkyard Cat]

No idea.. Well I could use a redesigned sorcerium user with a his sound manipulating Friend.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Then I'll use someone from that RP as well.

[The Junkyard Cat]

Your choice I redesigned them so much they are completely different from how they started.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(Then we'll consider it a test of how balanced the factions are.)

A blazing streak blasted across no-mans land as Raymond Salazar put his new suit modifications to the test. A full body suit of powered armor, painted bright red, slid across the mud on his knees leaving fire in his wake. Taking his compressed air rifle off of his back and leveled it at a old fortification left to rot out in these badlands. Taking careful precautions with his aim while moving at these sort of ludicrous spreed, and lined up his target and pulled the trigger.

The only indication that something had been fired was a rippling distortion on the air that passed over the Mage flag still flying from its ramparts. As it passed over the flag immediately burst into flames. Raymond flexed his right toe, cutting the jets in his knees and going into a roll, coming out on his feet with the gun resting on his shoulder. He walked over to the old bunker, his helmet opening up so he could get a personal look at his handiwork. Even the poll that had been holding the flag was glowing red at the top.

Satisfied that the new boosters were working as intended, he turned to leave. But then he noticed something...

[The Junkyard Cat]

(Okay this will be an Endurance match... You will face a total of three enemies who are key figures within the rp)

Watching from afar through his scope looking to his companions as they seemed concerned of this recent threat. "It shouldn't be a problem Anna... I'll need some support cover the area in smoke and give me two of those sound disks for me to use." Making his way there as smoke started filling the air around the pilot he pulled down his tacit mask. Allowing him to see his thermals and other energy signatures. With the disks building up enough sound waves to apply pressure to the air he fired with his revolver three shots directly at his target. Those bullets will definitely hurt he thought to himself.

(Look up Rip bullets and see the damage they can cause cause its gonna cause a lot of damage on impact.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Smoke not caused by him was a big indicator that something wasn't right. His faceplate closed up he cast his eyes around him, bringing up his thermals. There was one heat signature high up on the flagpole, but he ignored that one. Instead, he looked for ones that shouldn't be there.

That's when he heard a shot ring out through the air. He activated the booster in his legs reflexively, shooting backwards as two more shoots followed. Swinging his rifle around, he spots the red outline of someone else in the smoke. Wizards didn't use guns.

He called out, his voiced distorted slightly through the suit speaker. "Hey moron, I'm friendly. You ever seen a warlock dressed like this?"

[The Junkyard Cat]

Seeing his movements his movements he rushed into the smoke as he switched the vision to trace electrical signals. Setting one big dot on his target. As he was quick to pull out his shotgun one handing it to fire two shells in the surrounding area with Dragon's breath (another type of bullet... specifically for a shot gun.). Realizing the moment he spoke to him that he was using thermals to see where he was. Hiding within the heat of the shells trails he fired several more rip bullets made from his sorcerium.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The world in front of him went white as he was engulfed in fire. Why would anyone use fire against a Son of Tor-

He suddenly realized. Falling back on the boosters in his heels and activating them Raymond back flipped straight up in the air, his armor undamaged by the flames. His thermal vision flicked off as he extended one elbow and moved his pinky to ally pressure to one specific point in his palm. Fule was fed in from his tank as the booster in his elbow let out a blast of flame the spun him in a circle. Pulling the trigger of his heat rifle at the same time he shot superheated air into the smoke in a circle around him, clearing the area of smoke.

He landed with a satisfied thud om his feet, and turned quickly to face the one trying to kill him. Stowing the heat rifle on his back and activating his leg boosters again he shoot forward toward them. He didn't want to kill this guy  in case he had some answers, but at the same time he really wanted to rocket punch him.

(Care to elaborate on what my opponent looks like, seeing as this in Raymond's first time seeing him properly?)

[The Junkyard Cat]

Standing in the clearing of the smoke was a young man with ruffled hair looked to him. Wearing an old coat that you recognized as one of the specialists from Command. Even his weaponry and gear had their markings on them. All you ever really knew about them was rumors and stories. Any actual information about this group you or any of your friends have tried to look into was considered classified.

However what stood out of place were two discs hovering around him as he took aim to fire quickly at you. Before you realize it a second sound comes after the shots were fired. Only this time your hunter had set a rather well positioned shots. Attempting to place his shots where the pilot would be.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Special forces?!

That was the only thought he had before one of the bullets bit into, punching into the armor and sending a bouquet of pain into his leg. He nearly lost control of the boosters, veering off and spinning to a wild stop. Whipping the shouldered rifle off his back and turned and fired at the kid.

[The Junkyard Cat]

After those initial several rounds he leaped to the side feeling the intensity of the shot fired from his opponent. Grabbing his knife he throws inbetween the two disks as it is accelerated in your direction. The knife tethered to a long strand of sorcerium connected to himself. The moment(Thats an if it lands its mark) the knife would hit its target the disks shift in position and reel back the tether. The hunter intent on dragging you to him in no time as he had his gun loaded and ready for your retaliation.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

There's a short of fire as his arm shoots up, grabbing the knife by its handle. When it starts to pull he lets it drag him along and readjusts his aim, firing the heat rifle in three soundless bursts. The waves of super heated air surrounds his opponent on all sides before leveling his rifle square at him and pulling the trigger.

[The Junkyard Cat]

Caught off guard by the three initial rounds and almost meeting as heat was surrounding his body. Dropping just in time as a blast from one of the disks pushes him off balance saving him from the last shot sent straight for him. Tumbling back with the sorcerium armor around his skin attempting to insulate the heat as quickly as it could. The tether soon wraps around the soldier as the strange metal worked what metal it was given to now tether you to the ground. "I had it under control.." Hearing through his comms as a woman's voice says. "You obviously didnt my sound disks saved your ass. Now bring him in alive we're gonna need some answers from him." As the disks move quickly to the air placing themselves against his back with a single blast launch him into the air. Taking aim to fire upon the tied down soldier's limbs and other key points within his armor. "Bang!"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Stupid fake magic crap." He says, struggling against the binding holding him in place. Seeing the kid bumped into the air, and with no other recourse, he flopped onto his back and posited both heels skyward. The boosters on his heels widened, and from them spouted a huge continuous gout of fire. He moved his legs back and forth, covering the entire area in front of the guy with a wall of flame that was rapidly coming closer.

[The Junkyard Cat]

As the fire came closer while he was in the air with nothing to propel him away he pulls her shotgun once more aiming straight at the fire taking time for it to come close enough before he fired directly into the wall of fire. Dispersing the wall from the vibrations of the dragon's breath. Pulling out a revolver to fire all six shots. Intending to either wound or just stall long enough for him to make contact to grab his knife and reform enough sorcerium to bind the soldier. Once doing so he was intent on knocking this punk out.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

As he falls through the wall of fire and unloads his ammo he sees far to late that he's unloading into nothing. As soon as the sorcerium binding him to that spot had unformed, Raymond had started moving.

Not far. Just far enough to get a run up. Favoring his non-perforated leg Raymond was now shooting towards him like a rocket, the boosters in his heels keeping him streaking along just about the ground. Ray is upon him just as he's almost reached the ground, arm drawn back. Suddenly the elbow of that arm flares and it shoots forward toward his face the moment before he meets the ground, throwing the entire force of the charge behind it.

"ROCKET PUNNNNNNNNCH!!!!" Raymond yells as he brings his fist forward at this mans face.