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Jeremy nodded to his opponent, and presumed his own stance. For the first few seconds, neither of them so much as twitched. Jeremy started to clear his throat, "I can sense that you are not entirely human. You have several mechanics directly implanted into your body." The strange man prodded into Justin... but, he knew that it was nothing more than an attempt to get under his skin (Er, metal). He shook his head.
"Humanity is subjective, bub," Justin replied as he put both of his fists together. "Now, are we going to fight, or discuss philosophy, huh? Because I know a nice starbucks..."

Jeremy nodded. "I was not attempting to prod to humanity." Suddenly, he lunged forward and made a swift knee towards Justin's chest. He waited for the man to attempt to block or dodge, and then raised his tail and stretched it outward, hoping to curve and coil around his opponent. Justin was quick on his feet, and this machine was practically telegraphed. He put both hands out, and caught the blow. Metal clashed with metal in an impressive display that caused the crowd to go "Oooooh!" out of excitement. However, Justin was barely prepared for the tail he was worried so much about earlier. It wrapped around him, and he let out a sharp exhale of air out of surprise.

Back in the HQ, The entire team micromanaging every emotion SYM-04 felt, as well as sending commands to be fulfilled. "Remember team, we're showing something off here. Don't want the fight to end too early, do we?" The Boss said, sipping from the fourth mug in one day. At the fight, Jeremy's tail loosened lightly, just enough for Justin to break loose without feeling like Jeremy was going easy on him.

Well, looks like it was time to show this monster the most important thing he was lacking: a heart.

Machinery in Justin's arms opened up to reveal the subwoofers in his palms, elbows, and shoulders. At will, a wave of blue sound came flying out in all directions, breaking Jeremy's grip on him, and probably stunning him. In the instant he was stunned, Justin landed on a knee, and slammed a palm onto the ground to hold himself up. He caught eye of Jeremy, and launched himself towards him. He swung outwards with a ki-infused kick that glowed a bright blue color towards his sides. Just when Jeremy came to his proper senses, the kick slammed into his side. Jeremy tumbled to the ground, but quickly recovered once his palms touched the ground. He swung around back onto his feet, and took a receding stance. His tail finally reeled itself back in. Once it did, it pointed itself right at Jeremy's chest.

"I must say, that attack dealt significant damage to my side. I might need to take a moment to refresh... Mind if I..." Suddenly, Jeremy's tail lunged straight outwards to Justin's chest. The stinger extended as it closed in on Justin.

Now just sounds like a bad anime villain. While he was talking, Justin was focused on the fight. His subwoofer systems still active, he was about to fire a Beat-Pulse, but the stinger caught him off guard. Hitting Justin square in his core. Fortunately his chest, and glowing core is extra armored... and unfortunately, Jeremy was much stronger than he thought. He grabbed onto the stringer tightly, and tried to pull it out, but it was stuck. With Jeremy pushing it in harder than he could get it out.

"Borrow some?" Jeremy finished.

Justin's felt a powerful pang of pain, once Jeremy's tail began to drain Ki into his own body. After three seconds, his tail receded and returned to it's normal position. "There we go." Justin commented, as he examined his arms closely and flexed his hands.

"Now then..." Suddenly, Jeremy's entire body burned with blue flame, similar to Justin's, before turning white. "Shall we?!" Jeremy's constantly calm voice strained as he lunged with extreme speed towards Justin. Jeremy threw jab after jab at Justin, before performing a combo of a knee to the chest, and elbow to the head, and an overhead bash, finishing with a Powerful shoulder against Justin's body.

Justin felt much weaker all of the sudden... this bastard did something to him. With every blow, he could feel a brand new strength surge through his opponent. His armor was getting damaged and dented. Worst of all, he wouldn't shut up. However, at the last blow, Justin had enough. He sidestepped the shoulder, and shoved Jeremy aside with all his strength. In an instant, he deployed his subwoofer technology, and pointed it straight at Jeremy.

"Get off!" Justin shouted.

He fired a concentrated blue blast of ki converted into sound right at his body.

The massive wave of Ki rammed against Jeremy, which sent him frolling along the grounds towards the edge of the arena. Right before he fell into the abyss of defeat, Jeremy stabbed his tail into the ground, breaking through the hard tiles. It pulled along him as he rolled, but ultimately prevented him from falling over. Jeremy stood back up, with his tail hanging still floppy, over fifteen feet long, it's maximum length.

"That was indeed an impressive move. Would you like to see mine?" Jeremy offered.

Jeremy raced towards his opponent once more, both of his fists clenched. He jumped into the air,and held his hands into an overhead bash, similar to the one he used in his Ki surge, but high up and building speed as it returned to the ground, aimed right at Justin.

Heh, too easy. Justin thought to himself as he smirked. Both of his legs were charged with ki, and started glowing brightly, as he kicked his leg upwards in an arc - a blade of sort. Leaving behind a glowing trail reminiscent of a scythe. "Sonic-Scythe!" Justin loudly shouted as he clashed with Jeremy ki-to-ki.

Perfect. Jeremy grappled Justin's Ki-infused legs, gripping them tight despite the chaotic damage it did to his hands, tearing off specs of his armor. "Just to let you know, this wasn't my Strongest Move", he informed. Suddenly, SYM-04's tail, which had dangled the entire time he performed his attack, was pointed directly at Justin, the tip glowing a bright white twinkle. "If we are to perform the same customs, then "Ion Cannon"." Jeremy almost sounded uninterested as a wave of Ion energy shot from his tail in a wide column, heading straight towards Jeremy and Justin, who was currently grappled by his legs.

Despite his best efforts, Justin couldn't do much more than shoot a few Sonic Beats at Jeremy. However, it was too late, the Ion Cannon hit Justin with such force that it sent him flying out of Jeremy's hands. A part of him wanted to use Beat-Pulse, but he didn't have enough strength. The attack had already launched him out of bounds.

"K-O!" Andre shouted, full of excitement as the crowd seemed to be more disturbed - even though Andre tried to rile them up. "Alright folks, it seems that Jeremy Halvit is moving up to the main event! Give him a clap ladies and gentlemen!"

Some members of the crowd awkwardly clapped.

Justin rolled onto his hands and feet, and pounded the ground with a fist as he hissed, "Damn it!"

Looks like it's up to Seven-Seven....

Jeremy twirled in air as his tail reeled back in, once he landed on his feet. An entire team of scientists swarmed up to him and began measuring all over his body. They then followed him as he walked out of the main door, one of them veering off to keep away an eager Interviewer, simply commenting "Mr. Halvit requires immediate attention, due to damage during the fight" To the disappointed girl.
I'll have one up by tonight.





"My suit was constructed by the Horizon Frontier. For years they've been working on technology to improve humanity, and this suit is their latest creation, which allows an extremely ill man such as myself to function at an advanced, if not normal, level." SYM-04, explained. He then to the new man wearing a labcoat who walked up.

"Once you answer the attractive gal's question, mind explaining to me how the suit blocks ki? Or rather why someone in a possibly multi-million suit is showing up at this tournament?", The man asked.

"Well, I do not remember the exact details. From what I recall, the suit is made of Titanium; One of the features is within the suit, between the outer layer and inner layer, there exists a magnetic radiator that repels Ki waves. It does not block detection from the outside, persay, but prevents me from being detected."





Calvin slipped a dollar into a vending machine. It started to drop the bag of chips, but it got stuck in the turning screw mechanism. Calvin sighed, and raised his hand as if to slap the machine. Suddenly, his eye caught a label reading Please no harming the vending machine. Calvin put his hand to his chin for a moment, then slipped another dollar, and bought a second bag of chips. Both bags dropped, and Calvin picked them up.

He then found a seat and popped one open, and started munching. All of a sudden, a girl with brown hair and sportswear appeared next to him. Calvin thought she looked familiar.

"Oh, so you did escape?" She rhetorically asked. "That's fine and dandy, and all, but you almost got me and my friend caught! I hope you're happy."

Calvin held up a gloved finger, asking for a moment, as he finished chewing. He then put the bag down, and cleared his throat. "Oh hey, thats why you look familiar. In my defense, the cops pretty much already saw you. In fact, you might actually owe me, considering I might have saved both of your lives. You know, since they were pointing guns, and I knocked them out. Speaking of, where's your friend?"

Calvin went back to eating.



The Boss drank from a third mug of coffee, courtesy of the tired and stressed Janitor. Suddenly, an alarm started buzzing, and a red light began to flicker. The Boss spat the coffee, right into the side of an unfortunate intern.

"MY EYES!" The poor intern screamed.

"What the hell is that alarm?" The Boss stood up.

"It's a catastrophe, sir!" One of the interns rattled away at his keyboard with the speed to make a machine gun blush. He grabbed a large yellow sponge, and whiped his swamp of a brow.

"Is one of the control functions failing?!"

"Worse! Direct Contact!"

The Visual Feed showed a woman standing crouched over SYM-04, smiling sweetly at him. Already, SYM-04 was slobbering and the feed began to fog up.

"Hello there, sir, are you okay?" The girl said. "My sensors are indicating that you have no ki. Which would logically mean you are dead."

The entire HQ panicked.

"John! Get on that goddamn mic!"

John divebombed towards his station, rolled, and clutched the mic while clearing his throat.




"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I" Jeremy stuttered, his voice sounding weak. Suddenly, it shot back to a very calm, almost robotic voice, "I am fine. One of the functions of my suit is that it blocks the detection of Ki, through both natural techniques and advanced sciences. My Name is Jeremy." Jeremy's arm bent and turned as it held out to shake the young girls hand.





At last, the Brazilian Fighting Cup. Calvin sighed and held his arms behind his head as he walked towards the entrance, paying the Samba Dancers no attention. He survived last night despite the dozens of police that swarmed his ice barrier, by rolling himself into a Ball of Ice and rolling downtown. Once he was out of view, he looked for a place to crash until morning. Where other Nomads might have had dozens of secret bunkers or resided in safe districts, Calvin went the last place anybody would expect; A small pub. The owner was kind enough to let him stay until morning. That, or he was thankful that Calvin threw out a couple of thugs who tried to rob the place.
As soon as he walked inside, he already saw two people at the front desk. One was a tall dark-skinned woman, the other was an oddly dressed Indian Man. The man wrapped his hands around her, and whispered something into his ear. In instant retaliation, she whipped around and socked him right in the chest with fists of actual Fire. Calvin instinctively dodged as the man was flown back. By the time he stood back up, the woman rushed and delivered four rapid punches caked with stone against him, shouting "Rock Breaker!".
She then punched the man into the air with an uppercut, the man's head cracking a hole into the ceiling. She then hit him with another fire punch, sending him straight out the door.

One of the ladies at the front desk scolded her in distress,

"M-ma'am! Contestants are not allowed to fight outside the ring!"

"Oh? Did he sign up?"

"N-No."

"Then he wasn't a contestant then.", The woman finished as she walked through the doorway to the Arena.

Calvin walked up to the Registrar while she was still looking at the fiery woman. Calvin startled her, saying "Excuse me? Is this where we sign up?"

"Yes." The woman replied, appearing somewhat relieved, "Name?"

"Calvin Redug."

"Cahl. Ven. Reedug." The Registrar spelled out. "Alright, go on through that door." The Registrar pointed a manicured finger.

"Thank you. Sorry for startling you."

Calvin acted cool, but deep down he was concerned. He could potentially face a woman who could control fire. That'd make a majority of his Special Attacks useless, meaning he'd have to rely on his regular attacks. Calvin never really considered that there could be potentially dozens of contestants who learned more advanced martial arts than him. For the first time in a long time, Calvin felt nervous.







A white van sped through the streets of Rio, marked with a purple diamond on the side, with a vertical crescent facing upward, obviously meant to signify a Horizon. Beneath it, the words HORIZON FRONTIER was written in all caps. The van reached the Brazilian Fighting Cup. But rather than stopping at the front like several other Nomads, who walked down a long velvet carpet, glorified by dozens of onlookers, it went around the corner, where several crates and trucks were unloading materials. Once it positioned itself, the backdoors of the van swung wide open.
Inside, several doctors crowded what appeared to be a man wearing a suit of armor, performing the finishing touches on him before he would show the whole world the power of the Horizon Frontier Power Suits(TM). Atleast that was the cover story. Every one of the doctors knew exactly what SYM-04 was. Once they were done, they cleared a way for him to walk through the double doors that kept him trapped in the dark vehicle. SYM-04 held out a hand to block the initial glare, and then stepped out. The doctors followed SYM-04 inside. After talking straight to the Director, they walked off elsewhere, leaving "Jeremy", as they introduced SYM-04, to himself.




Far off elsewhere, in an abandoned Inn on the border of Rio, an entire team of engineers and technicians sat at different stations, each piece of machinery controlling a different part of SYM-04's casual actions. A man in a business suit sat at a desk in the middle of the room, sipping coffee, amist the busy chaos.
"Sir, SYM-04 is in position." One of the technicians sat at the a monitor directly showing SYM-04's current sight.
"Alright, send the command ordinate." The Boss said between sips.
The technician rattled away several command prompts.



At the Fighting Cup, Jeremy suddenly jolted upwards, and walked several paces forward, catching a few confused glares of passerby. He then turned around a corner, where two security guards stood in front of a metal door to the Arena.
The larger of the two stopped SYM. "Sorry uh... Sir? We need proof you're in the tournament to enter through this door."




"Sir, we've reached an obstacle." The technicians became panicked. The Boss stood up, and pointed to a man clutching a Microphone. "John, reassure them that SYM-04 is in the tournament." He then pointed at a man wearing a suit with several white balls attached to it. "You, activate synchronization, and show them The Pass."




Jeremy awkwardly raised his Tournament Pass to the security guards. "H-H-hA-Hurr" he stuttered.




"Damnit John, what's going on?" The Boss dropped his mug.

John fiddled with the microphone, before hitting it out of anger and repeating, "Here is my Pass"




"Here is my Pass", Jeremy stated clearly. The two security guards shifted suspicious looks at each other, before opening the door and letting him in. Jeremy walked in a little too normally. Scanning the large room, it was full of fighters. Some were talking, or sitting down. Some were warming up with bravado techniques. When Jeremy "Scanned" the room, he didn't do it in the sense of looking around. He scanned every fighter in the room for their Ki levels. Some were higher than others, but almost all of them were more than a normal, juicy, fill... Jeremy felt his mouth begin watering, and his tail start softly twitching as he stood.




"What's going on?!" The Boss broke his second mug of coffee on the floor. The janitor sighed.

The visual feed of SYM-04 was covered in fog and water. a deep, monstrous breathing eminated through the audio feed. "It's the Ki Scan. There's so much Ki in that room, SYM-04's starting to become hungry", a Technician whiped sweat from his brow.

"Damnit, where the hell are the scientists, this is their job!" The Boss pounded his desk.

"Sir, they're with the dancers up front..." An embarassed technician tugged his collar.

"Tell them to get a hooker if they're so damn frisky, and to get to SYM-04 NOW!" The Boss hit his desk again, this time leaving a very present mark. "In the meantime, have him sit down and enter Dormancy."




Jeremy stopped twitching his tail, and calmly turned to sit down in the nearest chair, with his hands pressed against his lap. He hung his head down, and his blue visor went dark. Far away, the technicians prayed to god that they could keep SYM-04 under control...
So, is SYM-04 okay now?
Eh, I knew he was a bad idea...
Alright I fixed the hr breakers, and added the Weaknesses that I overlooked.
Here's the character I kept talking about.

Jailed for racially insensitive comments from years ago
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