Mr. Arvhardson waited for his opponent. He looked like and felt like he was made of lightweight solid gold, and the currently high and bright sun reflected light off his metal skin.
The crowd cheered with excitement as Mr. Arvhardson made his entrance, though when the announcer called for Perpetual Repeat, the fighter was nowhere to be seen. Several awkward seconds passed before a techno beat began to play over the loudspeakers. PR fans went into a frenzy as a shape arose from the center of the arena, shedding the camouflage in favor of bright loud colors that pulsated to the music. The multi-limbed monster grinned and waved to the packed bleachers far above him, and blew a kiss at one of the hovering video cameras that would be live-broadcasting the event. "We didn't even see him come in! As always, PR is quite the crowd pleaser, BUT can he hold his own against Arvhardson?" PR waited, poised. The spines on his back glittered in the lights as did the bands of fluorescent white around his neck, arms, and legs. He let the colors die down to his usual dark violet. His tails twitched as he crouched, waiting for his opponent to make the first move.
Mr. Arvhardson cracked his neck as he began slowly walking towards his opponent. He suddenly went into a full Sprint and was running as fast as a cheetah, his top speed. In no time, he was next to PR and leaped forward, swinging his arm so that if it hit, it would be like solid metal to the face. If it didn't hit somehow, maybe PR dodged, he would slide on the ground and jump, then launch his leg and attempt to kick him in the face.
Perpetual Repeat did a quick calculation of his opponent's speed and sprang to the side at the last second, cartwheeling back he narrowly dodged a blow to the head, catching Arvhardson's foot in the shoulder instead. He grasped at the leg with his lower arm in an attempt to twist the other fighter around and use his momentum against him. Simultaneously, razor-sharp spines shot out from one side but skated harmlessly over Arvhardson's metallic exterior, keeping him from being impaled at least for the moment.He leapt backward and took an offensive position, holding up his arms akin to a martial-arts stance as short spikes grew from his forearms like studded gauntlets. He rushed at Mr. Arvhardson as if he were going to pummel him with his arms, but spun around giving extra velocity to his twin tails, the ends of which were now covered in deadly razors.
He twisted and landed on his feet. As PR rushed forward, he did too, and then slid to dodge the tail. As he slid he twisted his back and attemempted to trip PR. If he succeeded he would then quickly get to a crouch and punch him with his metal hand as he fell. If he didn't succeed in tripping him, he would jump up and try to kick him in the gut.
PR hopped nimbly over him but landed at an awkward angle. His rear-facing eyes saw the blow of Arvhardson's hand coming and he was able to block it. As Arvhardson lifted his foot to deliver a sound kick, Perpetual Repeat wrapped one of his tails around his opponent's leg and spun around in an attempt to throw him to the ground where he would then attempt to impale him with his spines.
Mr. Arvhardson was spun, so he twisted his back around and was thrown to the ground but he landed in his feet. He see the spines coming and twisted to dodge them, launching his warm behind him to try and punch the tail out if range and leap up to where PR's face would be, and then try and kick him in the face. If the pinch didn't land he would continue on to the next attack and if the kick didn't hit he would try to land, crouch, and backwards leap out if range.
After a series of short back-and-forth punches and kicks, it became apparent that it was going to be a close match. The announcer kept up an excited commentary on their movements and the crowds took turns cheering for their favorite. Seeing that he was gaining little ground, Perpetual Repeat feigned taking a hit, stumbled back a few yards, and fell. The second he hit the ground he vanished, blending flawlessly with the ground and becoming all but invisible even to Mr. Arvhardson who was the nearest set of eyes. The stands fell silent as everyone waited in anticipation to see what would happen next.
Mr. Arvhardson stood at a ready stance. His opponent wad now invisible and he really had no means of finding him. He walked over to where PR had turned incurable, and began kicking around that General area, to see if he could find him. If he found him, he would slam his foot into PR's chest.
Perpetual Repeat was not so easily stepped on, however. While Mr. Arvhardson was kicking around the space he had been, he'd slinked around behind his opponent and again, waited. The seconds dragged on painfully. Finally, PR gathered himself and all at once threw himself onto Arvhardson. Since he immediately became visible as soon as he left the ground, he changed his colors to a fiery orange and red and yellow, having the appearance of actually being on fire as the colors pulsed and flickered across his body. His arms wrapped around Arvhardson's body like a trap closing around its prey.
Mr. Arvhardson grunted when PR leaped on him, and he attempted to smash PR's fingers, arms, and legs by punching them. If that didn't work, he would straight forward, jump up into the air, turn sideways, and try to smash PR into the wall.
Mr. Arvhardson grabbed PR by the neck when he was grabbing on, and slamming him into the side of the wall, holding him up by the neck. He then repeatedly began punching him in the face, full on with his metal fists.
Perpetual Repeat felt bones crack from the force with which he was slammed against the wall. Spines shot out from PR's neck and chest, piercing Arvhardson's hand as it held him captive. He struggled but was unable to break free of his enemy's grasp and after several square blows to the head his body went limp and he sagged to the ground, blood seeping from his wounds. He would not be getting up again. Not in this body, anyway.
