Round 1: Team Cockfight Vrs. Team Xtreme

[Raz]

Seemingly endless roar of the crowds were present as they had been during the last match, both Team Cockfight and Xtreme making their way into the massive playing space which would be serving the game.

"In this corner," Shouted an announcer. "The excellent, the extraordinary, the Team Xtreme!" Another round of shouting should have left the patrons of this sport deft.
"And in this corner... the breathtaking, daunting styles of Team Cockfight!" Yelling from his corner of the field, another ref took the liberty of announcing the opposing team aloud which received a thunderous explosion from the masses.

"Ready... Break!"

Blasting himself forth, Tottepo took the challenge upon himself of capturing the quickest of the two sisters; amping himself through the air upon the small object. Evidently he hadn't been alone in this chase... the speed demon, Rad, had been on the case thanks to his incomparable measures of velocity.

There was little time that the space about the Bol-Titan was kept open as Tapion and 18 pressured the massive sphere into the placement of their desire. Slamming himself headlong into the upper portions of the round object, Dr. Gero was now the force which the two Xtreme members had to deal with all the while fending off attacks forced upon by the warrior Zarbon.

(Six posts per team a piece, ending day for Rping is February 3rd. Either team may start if off.)

[Ruhiel]

"Break!"

Gero was still floating in midair, a bit shocked about hearing the name of his team. Obviously someone must have written the name down wrong, or there was a smudge on the paper. Team "Cockfight" wasn't his idea of a good team name, let alone one have a mascot for.

The words that started the match suddenly sunk in, and he snapped to attention. His ocular sensors were already rapidly analzying the velocity of the other warriors and supplying him with anticipated movements. Tottepo had already launched himself headlong up after the speedier orb, and soon found himself cut off by one of Team XTREME's members, who had the longest, most ridiculous hair Gero had ever seen.

But below, he soon noticed that the other two XTREME flyers were making a dive for the large Bol-Titan. The two XTREME players were already forcing the metallic orb along towards the opposite end, making a break for a quick goal.

"Zarbon! With me!" Gero shouted over to his teal companion quickly.

The two Cockfight wingmen hurtled down to intercept the XTREME offensive. The aged android threw himself straight at the Bol-Titan, sending the orb veering off course. The XTREME player with red-hued hair and ears that were as wide as his face reacted first, already charging after the Bol-Titan, leaving Gero to deal with the female XTREME member. However, a teal blur screamed down from above, slamming into the blone female with a solid punch. Without pausing, the wizened mechanoid was already chasing after the red-head, charging up a blast of energy in his hand. Firing the blast off quickly, it raced past "big ears" and collided with the Bol-Titan, causing the orb to once again hurtle away from Team XTREME.

But before Gero could chase the metallic sphere again, the red-haired XTREME member materialized in front of him in a blur of speed, and delivered a crushing blow to the android. Gero was sent spiraling away from the force of the blow, only to slam into the radiating forcefield that surrounded the arena. It fired him back from whence he came, and Gero was on the chase again. Pushing his speed as fast as he could, he managed to catch up with the red-head again, who was trying to move the dense metallic orb towards the goalposts.

But Doctor Gero was intercepted in midair by the blonde female, who delivered a powerful kick the the old man's stomach. The impact sent Gero sprawling away again, noticing a teal blur streaking past him in the opposite direction he was travelling.

Bang

The android's direction was instantly reversed, and he was now flying alongside the teal transformer, Zarbon. Up ahead, the two XTREME wingmen were now closing in on the goalposts, the bald human goalkeeper easing around in midair nervously, unsure of where to move.

Clasping two hands together firmly, an orange glow began to emanate from beneath hands. Whipping his arm around, a long orange cord extended outwards, a deadly kienzan tip buzzing quietly at the end of it. Gero tossed the energy chain to Zarbon, making sure to keep the kienzan tip from slicing his teammate.

"Launch me!" Gero yelled and rocketed off to the left.

Zarbon understood, and grasped the orange energy chain firmly between his hands. Spinning around on the spot, he added his strength to Gero's increasing speed. The energy chain grew taught, and the android began to spin around in a circular flight path, gaining speed each rotation. Gero's eyes were frantically looking around, trying to get the timing down just right. He was only going to have one shot at this.

"Now!" Gero thought.

Breaking the energy connection, the orange energy grapple shattered, and the laws of inertia sent Gero rocketing towards the goalposts at an absolutely ridiculous speed. His eyes focused, as his target presented itself before him. The red-haired wingman was winding up his fist to send the Bol-Titan screaming towards one of the goals, and Krillin was launching himself over quickly to intercept the shot.

But the shot never came. Instead, an old android with long grey hair plowed by, slamming into the Bol-Titan with all his might. Both the android and the metallic orb hurtled off towards the forcefield around the arena, and slammed into it hard. Gero felt a burning pain against his body as the field struggled to force him back. And then, time seemed to speed up. Gero and the Bol-Titan were senting ricocheting at a blistering speed towards Team XTREME's end of the field, heading for the goalposts.

OOC: I tried to do this, but I'm not sure if I got it exactly. Eh, well, someone else can go now.

[Krillin]

Thanks Gero.

Not a problem. Keep your eyes open. You've got the premonition thing? Use it.

Naturally.

Gameplay was explosive. As soon as the first monosyllabic word was formed, players from both sides threw themselves at the balls and did their best to grab and hold them. Krillin was the farthest from "combat" (if it could be called that), but his position was not enviable. It was his job to make sure that all shots toward their goal were blocked in any way possible. But instead of being a soft sissy ball, the balls in play were similar to bullets and cannonballs, according to size. Neither one of those coexisted too well with a body. Not at high speeds anyway.

Fighting was common. Each side lashed at one another as best they could, hoping to sling the balls one way and keep them from the other. Krillin, unfortunately, was not offered the best position for viewing things like this. Nothing was really going on in his corner.

For a split second, that changed. One of his opponent's managed to gain control of a large ball and throw it in his direction. Krillin's depth perception kicked in just as his adrenaline began to flow. Gradually, it grew larger and larger. He threw two ki blasts, but each of them missed. Realizing the magnitude of the weight and momentum, he knew better than to simply try to catch it. He instead bolted straight for it, and at the opportune moment, kept himself parallel with its path and bolted towards its destination. He reached his hand up and felt his hands grasp the metal.

He had it in his hand, now he had to do something with it. He arched his body upwards, spun around in a lazy circle, and eventually gained control of the metal ball.

Zarbon!

When eye contact was made, the ball was put back into play. Hopefully Zarbon would have the presence of mind to sling it towards the opponent's goal. With both of their powers combined, the goalkeep would have a tough time stopping this particular ball.

The whole process took about seven seconds, but he realized that even this was far too long to be away from his goal. Speeding back towards its not-so-safe confines, he waited for further action.

((OOC: Hope I did this right.))