NoW: Tannis Green vs. Bushido Isamu

[Sikako J]

The blade arms warp attack was steadily digging into the target’s shoulder, tearing flesh and muscle much like a high powered dremil tool. Tanis covered in blood spurts marveled at the dress wearer’s pain tolerance, similar strike he had placed on Vorcha had caused them to wail in agony loud enough to crack glass.

Covered in blood splatter from the ever growing wound on the foe’s shoulder, it seemed ever should he carve through bone this foe’s determination alone would attempt to bring him along for the fiery ride of the thermal paste. Broken flesh and the resounding crack of his headbutt left a smile of Tanis’s face as the wounds were stacking up. He knew he wasn’t facing one favored by the gods, because he was systematically taking him apart.
The targets legs were also suffering additional trauma as the warp field around Tanis’s shins were tearing at flesh and muscle. Given that there was little skin and muscle on the shin area, his foe would surely be feeling bone being ripped apart unless he was able to hold up Tanis’s body weight on one leg.

Despite would should have been mind numbing pain, the warrior was able to angle the blade well enough that when the biotic push emanated from his core it rakes across his armor and upward to the back of his neck. The foes arms were thrown up and outward as the push didn’t just force outward from the front, but instead moved in a spherical manner out from his core. Still the stinging pain of the blade grated on the neck joint meant to protect him from surprise attacks. Sparks surely flew as blade was pushed from the biotic attack, but the foe was still holding strong. All the better to deal another blow.

If the lock was firmly in keep Tanis would simple target the weak arm with a massive strike from his elbow, the end point the of the warp attack, to tear the already weakened arm clean off if he didn’t release the hold. His opponent’s own hold would end up halting any evasive maneuver he could muster. After the strike that should cripple or remove the arm, he would launch a devastating knee attack at the solar plexus area letting the point of his warp attack do its work to tear at the foe in an attempt to push himself from the dress wearer. He would then follow with a secondary strike with his shield arm, letting the warp field covered arm seek an elbow strike to the temple of his foe.

Should the hold be broken from the before the elbow strike, Tanis would angle a blow from his newly freed arm to plunge his blade arm into the target’s chest letting the warp fields turn an already deadly attack into an surely fatal one. He would quickly follow with a knee strike at the foe’s groin area, after all, all is fair in war. He would then initiate the wrap field on his shield arm in an attempt to land a chopping strike on the target’s side, in-between the fourth and fifth rib.

The heat was building in the base of his skull now as he began to smell an order that reminded him a burning rubber. His AMP was nearing its end and would begin to overheat rapidly. He could only grin at the irony that his foe would surely be feeling the horrible burn of the thermal paste now as it had begun to issue from the device planted on his back.

“For the love of the Goddess die or give me the blade already!” he screamed.

[Bushidoxisamu]

His life flashed before his eyes as he failed to complete his mission. Being at the mercy of his enemy he lets go but in return has a sword going inside his chest and out of his back. It made him puke out some blood from the attack, and soon after coughing up leftovers of blood from the secondary strike to his ribs and groin his vision became blurry. He takes one last look at his sword as he slowly slips away, but before he dies he said his last words to it. "I-I failed you...Futsunushi........" He is dead as the blade slips out of his hold and sticks to the ground as it sparks up a bit. Now just hanged on by the sword of his enemy, dangling as blood drips down all over his body as he passes away to limbo since there is no heaven or hell. A suiting place for a person who posesed a kind of item to make sure he doesn't do the same on either side.

[Sikako J]

The man known as the ‘Collector’ watches as the warrior’s own blade ran through him with a dual feeling of success and anguish. Blood foams and spews from the mouth as his own blows take effect on the already weakened body. The cracks and thuds almost sickening at that point as Tanis himself braced for the foe to disappear as he had done so many times before, but this time the dress wearer didn’t dodge.

A deep breath, one that the he knows from experience issued from those dying is drawn into his target. His words were filled with sorrow and regret, so much so that it made Tanis remember his own failed promises…his own short comings that had haunted him so deeply.

"I-I failed you...Futsunushi........"

It was much for the Collector to take. It is said warriors can learn in moments in battle from one another what others take life times to achieve. This target had drained Tanis to his limit, escaped so many sure fire traps, and eluded ARIA’s scanners. Tanis felt a tear slip from behind is SWEEP scanner as the sadness built, for all of his implants and technology wired through him he was after all still human.

The target died on Tanis’s dual blade, hanging limp just as those he had found impaled on Dragon’s Teeth by Geth troopers. The ‘Accursed Blade’ slipped from the target’s grasp, clanging on the floor with a hallow song that issued its owner’s passing. He slowly moved into a kneeling position, laying the warrior’s body down with the respect it deserved.

“The one time you go and listen to me is the one time I didn’t mean it..” he said in a somber voice, moving to close the dress wear’s eyes. His other hand reach over the body to take the blade that had marred his armor. “Belive it or not sword bearer, I will use this weapon for purposes other than furthering my own power. Rest easy, it will not go to my employers.”

He stood looking the prized blade over before walking over to retrieve his pistol. “ARIA, get the big guys to send a pod to the current location. I’ll prepare the body for collection…” he said with an edge to his words. ‘Just remember why you work for us, what we can do for your people…’ echoed in his head.

‘Yes hunter Tanis, congratulations on a successful capture.’ she replied, a sense of pleasure hidden in between the words.

“Don’t feel so proud now..” he remembered what the warrior had told him “….and call me Collector Tanis from known on. I’ll not be thought of as a common thug.”

‘As you wish, Collector Tanis..’

He moved to investigate the battle area, removing traces of his presence all the while testing the balance of his new blade.