August 21st, 10:00 AM, Tangelo, Former Nevada. Third day of Deathwatch XII

"Gooood morning fight fans! It's a B-E-Autiful day here in sunny Tangelo! Day three of Deathwatch and already we've reached a bodycount of about... Oh, Five-hundred! We haven't seen that much since the winter games six years back!" "As always, this is your host, Kevin 'Trebuchet' Taylor. This time I'll be joined by a special guest, Even I don't know who it could be! He... At least I assume it's gonna be a he, should be here shortly." "Now, a quick recap: The brave Deathwatch capture corps has used revolutionary technology to hit the lawless hellhole of Tangelo way out here in Former Nevada with one hell of a sandstorm, burying half the city in the stuff. Ugh, sand... makes me itchy just thinking about it." "Anyway, there's this big-ass wall of sand around the whole city! those assholes can't get out now! And if they do somehow, Deathwatch snipers'll take em out for us. You lot are here to stay! Anyway, speaking to our brave contestants, another friendly reminder: Get kills, get water, food, supplies, anything you need! You keep people on the idiot-box happy, we throw you treats. Be cowardly, conniving cunts? Nothing, zippo, zilch. So get out there, and get murderin', and keep an eye on your Wrist-pads for deathwatch challenges!" And just like that, the voice of the announcer fades into nothing. While it was quiet now, the streets would soon erupt in an orgy of violence yet again. Until then, all there really was to do was think, keep hidden, and wait for your Wrist-pad to update with bounties on ranked players.

Wind whipped around him as he stood on the rise, cloaking convulsing in the air, snapping as it reached full extension again and again. Spread out below him was a boulevard, various apartment and manufacturing buildings lining the sides of the street. Shattered glass lay across much of the road, window panes having exploded as the Deathwatch commenced. Anything could lie in wait behind the shadows of the buildings. Something helpful or something dangerous and he had no way of knowing which. Stepping forward, he slid down the small rise of sand, granules spraying as his foot dug a trench to slow his descent. Touching the bottom, Sentinel rolled off and took cover behind a dilapidated car, fading red metal crunching as his body slammed into it. Flakes of paint fell onto his bronze body, sticking to the sand which was ever-present in the city of Tangelo. Activating his helmet, Sentinel peeked over the edge of the car and scanned for movement, attempting to determine the safety of the road ahead. Only shadows shifted in his vision. Rising from cover, he stepped forward from the car and began to walk down the road. If someone was going to attack him there was nothing he could do. Reaching the buildings, wind whistled through the openings, creating an eerie sound. Glass crackled somewhere in front of him. Darting into a nearby building, a factory by the equipment inside. Voices carried over to him, seemingly in a heated debate. A scuffle broke out and running was heard, fading into the distance as the people chased each other. Sliding down the wall, Sentinel looked at the device on his arm. He needed to find Orion but with each passing minute that chance grew smaller. He would need to be quicker.

"Come on, you fucking snowflake! This sand is more fucking annoying that your slow ass!" Cinder shouted out as she reclined on her motorcycle, which was stained in gore. A relatively fresh paint which not only gave her ride a red sheen, but also cooled down Cinder's hot temper just a little. It was completely unintended as she was just speeding through the city, hitting a random mutant. Not one of those badass mutants thought, more like the "Physically crippling and grotesque" kinds. Still, they bleed red and splatter nicely, so she wasn't complaining. At least not about killing the random mutie. Cyropath on the other hand... Cyropath was slowly making his way towards Cinder. He was by no means as fast as she was, even less with the bike. The best he could do was slide down a hill and let the momentum carry him, but that was risky and required him to be in the blazing sun. Cyropath disliked being in the sun like this, but not because of the heat. He could take the heat just fine by virtue of being a giant ice robot, no what annoyed him was the light. The sun made everything so much brighter, more so when it reflects off his naturally glossy surface. This made it harder for Cyropath to see, and there wasn't really a lot of shade to take cover in. "I'm getting there Cinder. Keep your eyes peeled for danger." Cinder waited impatiently as she looked around. She was looking for danger if only so she could do something exciting. Cyropath was taking a painstakingly long time to get to her position, so she started to ramble to herself. She used a mock commentary voice, like she was a host on Deathwatch. "Now some of you dipshits might want to know how the hell a hotty like Cinder Fucking Flex Firestorm ends up with an utterly boring shite like snowflake over there. Well let me tell you: It's cause this girl right here don't got time to be bothering with robots when she could get herself some real man meat instead! WHAT THE HELL IS TAKING YOU SO LONG!?" Cinder had quickly lost her patience and was back to yelling at Cyropath. It wasn't that long before he caught up with Cinder at the top of a incline. "Who are you talking to Cinder?" Cyropath asked. He finally reached Cinder at the top of the hill, and now they were on a mostly level street. Cars and garbage littered the streets, which would make it difficult for the both of them to get anywhere. But Cyropath continued onward undaunted. Cinder rode a bit ahead of him, but not so fast that Cyropath couldn't follow. "We'll need to find a good place to set up base once we get a team together. That way we can be better organized and protect our belongings." "To the audience, fucking snowflake. The viewers are probably wondering why I haven't gutted you yet, and I'm starting to wonder myself. Sure as hell can't be assed to remember." Cinder spat out venomously as she casually drove over a wind-worn skeleton. It didn't really make a satisfying crunch so much as a pitiful snap. Despite riding on a bike Cinder's ride was at least half the size of a sedan, and had wheels big enough to climb all terrains. Well, most terrains. Point is that Cinder has yet to find any terrain she couldn't cross. "And I don't care about were we hide out. There's probably a bunch of squatters right now hiding in that building. Just got to clear them out and make ourselves home. Of course, it'll be more fun to go raid a nice little holdout with guns and bullets and shit. Gotta keep it classy and all." Class. Cinder. Right. Cyropath looked around in the skies. He wasn't sure how exactly Deathwatch monitored them, as he knew they could still view them even within buildings. Otherwise they'd never know about Cyropath's more impressive accomplishments, since they all were in a confined, enclosed space. "I suppose we do have some time before we find an appropriate shelter. I'll explain it for the audience." "It started just two days ago, about the same time Deathwatch started. I had lost my hideout to a team of killstealers looking to loot my cybernetics. I managed to destroy my base before they could disable all the home-defenses, but obviously I couldn't return. I wasn't even able to harm a single one of those Killstealers and they outnumbered me at least 4-to-1, so I didn't stay to fight. With no base and on my own I had to look for help, fast. That's when I found Cinder defending herself from a couple of marauders-" "Wait, just shut up. That's not what happened. After getting my bike when I bodyslammed this one cocky bitch onto a fire hydrant, I saw this group of assholes with some water. Since I was working up a sweat I went to take on those bastards and almost managed to take them all out before THIS FUCKING SNOWFLAKE showed up and made them all run for it! I only managed to stomp one of those gits before they ran for the hills, pissing me off." "We had our differences, but she's agreed to help me so long as I can help her." "No no, what are you talking about? The only reason I'm coming with you is cause you're suppose to be able to soup up my ride. I ain't going to promise to do shit for you. You just want me along cause you're a creepy motherfucker and no one else wants to be with you." "You where able to look pass my frozen exterior where others see me as just a monster. Even if your words say otherwise, I know there is goodness within you Cinder, a passion that burns for everyone, even someone as cold-hearted as me." "You're a fucking retard Snowflake. I think all that ice gave you a brainfreeze or some shit. Whatever, let's just go find someone to kill. The viewers can figure out what happened on their own. HEY YOU BASTARDS! COME OUT HERE SO I CAN EAT YOUR BRAINS!" Cinder and Cyropath stuck to the center of the street or wherever were there was the least amount of debris. Cinder made no efforts at stealth and openly challenged opponents to come to her, and Cyropath did nothing to stop her. It was easier for him if they came into his fists rather than trying to get to them first. At least until he can find a nice hill to slide down. He kept his eyes on his wristpad for announcements and bounties. With any luck Cyropath might get a bounty who has a nice secret base that he can commandeer for himself.

Announcer

"Well, it's an awfully quiet morning, don't you think? But if our scanners got anything to say, it ain't gonna stay that way..." There is a sound of keystrokes over a short period of relative silence. Soon, the factory sentinel is hiding in comes alive, hazardous machinery whirring and spinning as saws spun, presses got to work, and all manner of other hazards activated. Soon, the factory was filled with the voice of the announcer, above the din of the machines. "For those of you at home, why don't we point out a few key competitors, eh? Well first up, we got this asshole in the bronze armor thinkin' he's all stealthy. A cyborg, probably. Y'see metal-head, there's no sneakin' around when your armor shines like the goddamn sun in this heat. This guy calls himself 'sentinel' for some reason, probably another crazy mech-head. Anyway, we know fuck all about him, but if he wants to move past Unranked he better get some kills. Speaking of, there's a large group of mohawked thugs coming this way..." True enough, the moment he stopped speaking a band of goons rushed in through every possible entrance, doors windows and what-have-you as they began their hunt. The bastards were fairly ragged individuals, but they seemed to operate as a pack, which meant they had a boss. It's likely they weren't worth much, but deathwatch would probably tell Sentinel where their likely Ranked boss was hiding in the event he lived through this and caused some mayhem. They were all normal humans, kitted out like bandits from fucking Mad Max, all carrying tons of improvised melee weapons, not a gun among them. The announcer could no longer be heard as he shifts focus from his command center. "Now that tin man's a little occupied, I'm gonna go check on some other players. If you wanna see how metal-man's fight pans out, you can catch it on feed 2." Suddenly there was the tell-tale screech of speakers that told the people around the area where Cinder and Cryopath were located that they had the announcer's attention. It remained quiet as they spoke, though as various machines and other deadly hazards came alive on the streets, it was clear they were actually listening. Spikes out of the walls, exposed power lines sparking, that sort of thing. "Well, I couldn't have said it better. As they put it, this is Cinder 'Flex' Firestorm and Cryopath, polar opposites yet still partners in the 'batshit insane' sense. While I can't even begin to guess how these psychotics haven't killed each-other, I'm gonna a go out on a limb and say that this deadly alliance of theirs ain't gonna last long." As soon as Cinder started shouting, more crazed thugs began pouring into the streets, rushing the two and hungering for blood. They were similar to the one's Sentinel was facing, but more numerous. They all seemed to be adorned with one tire-pauldron, which would mark them as different gangers...

It wasn't long before Cinder and Cyropath were attacked by tire-armored thugs. Desperate and drugged up mooks running towards their deaths. Cyropath pitied them and silently promised them a glorious death. Soon the entire streets was alive with traps and hazards meant to endanger everyone, but to Cyropath there were just a means to an end. Come on than! Let me release you from your suffering! The first two mooks came at him with nail boards, but they were unceremoniously smashed into the ground by Cyropath's giant fists. That didn't stop the others one though who jumped onto Cyropath's back and tried to bash away at him. They wouldn't have done any better if they had real weapons. The only threat they made were weighing Cyropath down as more and more mooks piled onto him. But he didn't fret and instead ran towards one of the buildings. He crushed anyone in his way and when he reached the building he started to climb up it like king kong. A few of the mooks feel to their deaths but the others were still stuck onto Cyropath, some of them trying to hurt him, others who were stuck because their hands has frozen to his armor. Than Cyropath just jumped off the building and into the ground. He crushed the mooks under his body, staining his icy-blue body blood red. That was about twelve bad guys in five minutes, but the entire street was still swarming with them. He wasn't sure what Cynder was doing at this point but it was safe to assume she's still alive and kicking ass, just not around Cyropath. He needed a more reliable way to get rid of all these thugs since just smashing them was taking too long. So he made use of some of the traps. As Cyropath carved a path of destruction through the mooks he headed to a flailing electrical wire trap. Once he was in range he dodged most of the wild swings, grabbed a mook, and used him as a glove so Cyropath could safely grab hold of the wire. Than using his giant strength he pulled out the entire electrical trap and swung it around like a flail, massively increasing his range as he continue to spin around and around. He killed at least thirty more mooks this way, either by frying them with electricity or just smashing them with the wires. And when things were starting to clear up he even took the time to nail one more bad guy by tossing the trap onto him, flattening him like an insect. "Cool."