[IC] Gun vs DJ - I Can't Think Of A Good Title

[DJAtomika]

"Hmm."

Nataliya peered over the edge of the bridge. Beneath, an endless abyss yawned up at her, howling with the wind as snow fell down towards oblivion. For all she knew the chasm went all the way to the planet's core.

Her machine wings stowed, she leaned against the side wall and folded her arms. Here she was, in a wintery wasteland of wars past, waiting for...something. Her boss had sent her here to search for a sign of life, but so far all she'd found was death. Skeletons, corpses, weapons and blood, frozen and fresh. The bloody wars fought across this abyss stretched on, since time immemorial, and it was in the aftermath of one such fight that she had landed in this world.

With a weary sigh she stretched the kinks in her neck and looked around. The bridge itself was fairly simple; straight, made of stone, suspended between two cliff faces. On one side, blue stones glowed with a faint, magical light. On the other, red gemstones bathed the cobblestone in their iridescence. A few patches of grass and bushes grew, here and there. The cold wind made it next to impossible for anything hardier to grow. Snow covered most of the bridge surface as well.

"Perhaps he was wrong?"

From her left, Angelos spoke. She could tell he was growing antsy and restless. A fight had been promised, and yet there was a startling amount of nothing around. Nataliya shook her head and shrugged.

"I don't know. He's never been wrong before."

[Gun]

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

A disembodied voice echoed from across the expanse, emanating from the opposite end of the bridgeway. It was light like honey, with a timbre like a low soprano. With it came the sounds of metallic footfalls, a precursor to the coming of a woman from the crystal labyrinth that lay beyond. Enter Guardian 09 of the Omniversal Investigation Force, Alice Rose. Her hair was the color of ashen roses, and she wore an ornate, and intricately designed battle-dress whom's white shimmer went well with accompanying armored heels. It plumed about her waist like a flower in full bloom, and swayed with a silky countenance that defied its absolute defense.

"It took a bit longer to get to this moon with a traditional ship than I thought it would."

While she may have looked regal, perhaps even like a princess, the facade would have been immediately casted away if one saw the practice with which she stepped, or the black sheathe that protruded a silver hilt. And just as quickly as one may have noticed it, the sound of metal grinding against wood filled the air as armored digits drew the sword.

"So. We both know why we're here. Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name before we begin? You can call me Alice." As she spoke she worked the blade with extraordinary dexterity, foraying from a Nubenhat, then into a powerful finestra stance just as she would end her dialogue, its edge sparking a crackling-white incandescence with each swing . While perhaps intimidating, the intent was to invite the metal-winged demon in.

[DJAtomika]

"It is no problem."

As the prim, regal mistress strode towards her, Nataliya noted her posture. Experienced in combat. Poised to strike. Like a panther, each step was not for show, but a sign of her readiness for combat. Even her dress, not out of place at a ball, shone with armour. Clearly she was a fighter.

"It took a bit longer to get to this moon with a traditional ship than I thought it would."

"I thought the OIF had transportation devices? It is strange you had to fly here."

As the lady who called herself Alice drew a longsword from its sheath, she unclipped the holsters on her waist and drew her main weapons. When her thumbs flicked off the safety of the two pistols, Angelos immediately reacted while Lyutsifer yawned, as if waking from a deep sleep.

"We fight?!"

"Yes, we do."

Twirling the firearms round her index fingers to get a feel for them, she settled into a combat stance. Feet apart, left forward, right back. Guns in hands, hands positioned something like a boxer would. Addressing her opponent this time, she continued.

"I assume you know the rules? First to be bested or who forfeits loses. This is not for lives, just to maintain the balance. And maybe for me to have a little practice."

[Gun]

"In their defense, this moon is uncharted ground. We can't set warp gates where we haven't been. Hence my being out here."

She spoke with a reserved tenacity that bled with a superiority that could only be attained by one who knew weary military life. She was perceptive, but reactive on nature, and it showed as the demoness readied herself. She didn't react overtly, but the precision at which she followed her movements might have stricken some as uncanny.

"Fair enough conditions as well. Ive been meaning to shake this rust off myself. So..." She craned onto her back leg(left), dipping slightly lower at the knees, raising the blade and crossguard at an even gradient so it was pointed just diagonally. "Now that all the cards are on the table..." She raised her front leg just slightly before bringing it down with herculean force that crushed the stone and sent a powerful gust of wind forward that would whip through the other womans locks like vipers. The line in the sand.

"Come."

[DJAtomika]

"Mmm."

The bridge of stone shook as her opponent stomped with enough force to crack the floor. It didn't intimidate her.

She began to circle to her left (Alice's right). As she did so, she aimed down her left gun at her opponent. Unsure of how to fight a melee opponent with such reach, she simply bided her time. Her right pistol was low, but ready. Her finger just shy of the trigger.