[02] Mountain Sector FIGHT

[Vad]

As the Saiyan inserted his fork into the last piece of medium rare steak on his plate the collar around his neck emitted a high pitched beeping. Just as Vad was about to put the food into his mouth he was whisked away to another quarantined battlefield. He landed on the ground with a thud. Sitting on a finely cut surface of rock he grunted. It was as if someone had cut horizontally across the middle of a mountain. The rock beneath him was littered with loose gravel and bits of iron and metals from within the previously magnificent mountain. Other than that it was flat like an arena for a tournament.

“My fucking steak...” Vad whined as he got to his feet.

The barrier extended past the mile wide arena, but this flat surface was the best bet for him. Out of the corner of his eye he caught his opponent warp in just as he had. Eighty yards yards out stood Alexander Trafford; the telekinetic energy wielding fighter from Mercy. Ace was already facing the ex-assassin; he could see the faint trail of smoke tailing from a lit cigarette in Trafford's mouth. Zulenka turned to face the gifted telekinetic, slowly walking towards him.

Alex is going to counter anything telekinetic beyond my shields. I'll need to stick with my regular blades, the shields, and my wits. Let's hope I can get close enough to trip him up. Beyond that, this is going to be interesting. From what I could see on Mercy, he excels at a range. Considering I'm strictly a melee fighter. I expect this to be a tough fight.

Vad had not reformed his armor yet, but it was done purposefully. His agility was going to be key in this fight. As the Saiyan closed the distance between him and Ace, metal began to form over his healing injuries providing a protective yet mobile covering. His knife wounds were sore, but they weren't going to keep him from operating at full strength. Alex took a puff of his cigarette, the smoke drifting away with the slight breeze blowing over the plateau. As the distance between the two closed Vad formed an orb of metal on his left wrist, readying it for when the time came to use his defense shield.

Trafford tossed his assault rifle to the ground and reached into his Armani jacket; He pulled out a gold plated Desert Eagle. Quickly pointing the weapon at his Saiyan opponent, a smug grin formed on his face. Time slowed to a crawl as Vad took another step toward Alexander.

A strong gust of wind blew past the two combatants and the fight began. Just as Ace's cigarette was extinguished and Zulenka's tattered clothes ruffled they both started. A metal shield quickly burst into existence and was quickly brought into position as a succession of rounds were expelled from the barrel of the hand weapon. The heavy hitting rounds dented the KI reinforced defense and harmlessly detonated into a firework type display of golden energy.

Turning his arm horizontal Vad flung his dented defense item at Ace in an effort to cease his assault. A circle of golden energy quickly formed itself around the heels of the street performers shoes. He side stepped and the ground beneath him burst forth with energy that propelled him to the right of the oncoming projectile. Zulenka charged forward into a full sprint toward the street performer. Planting his right foot into the stone it cracked; the full-blood leapt into the air, his right arm recoiled in preparation for a direct strike. Reacting quickly Ace took the tie from his neck and imbued it. Whipping it toward Zulenka's wrist he jumped forward, tugging on the newly made whip. Vad was flipped head under heels onto his back. Letting his hold on the man's wrist go, Ace let him to the ground only to slide on his back to a stop.

Fuck.

Vad rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself to his knees.

“Did not see that coming.” He whispered to himself while clambering to his feet.

A three round burst was all Vad heard before activating his After Image. The series of Desert Eagle projectiles passed harmlessly through a hologram of the former stationary Saiyan. For the moment Ace was alone on the giant plateau searching for his opponent. Relighting his cigarette he took a puff, dropping it upon seeing a hologram of his opponent appear in front of him. Trafford launched backward thanks to his High Speed Reload Capacity, but was stopped abruptly by an oncoming shield slam to his backside. Alex tumbled forward, his balance shattered from the force of the hit. Pivoting on his right heel he quickly turned to face his attacker, but found he was no longer there.

Reality set in as a right cross planted itself onto the street entertainers jaw. As he was launched sideways he squeezed off a shot that planted itself in the middle of Vad's chest. The two fighters were knocked back; Trafford was on his side and Vad propped up on his back, his torso propped up by his elbows. Smoke was frolicking from his seared flesh.

The ex-assassin felt his adrenaline course down from his neck. His pupils dilated and the rage of battle began to overtake his mind. As Alexander climbed to his feet, his free hand covered his left cheek. Holstering his Desert Eagle he wasted no time in making his next move. A grin crept along the heroin addicts features as the ground beneath Zulenka began to glow. Rolling over and climbing to his feet Vad unleashed a scream toward the sky, lifting his arms above his head. As his voice echoed across the area, a blue aura erupted around his figure. It was violently dancing around his body as the ground beneath him exploded. A blur escaped upward into the sky through the billowing smoke and dust causing the debris to trail behind before falling to the ground.

Picking up a brick sized rock with his mind, Ace imbued the object with a considerable amount of energy. As Vad plummeted downward toward him he sent it upward to meet his attack. Slashing downward the warrior attempted to cut the rock in two, but found it impossible; it exploded in his face. Disconnecting the broken blade from his arm, Vad began to form a new one over his scorched hand. Leaping backward Trafford desperately tried to keep distance between him and the oncoming Saiyan who was now bellowing a roar, his newly bladed right arm poised to deliver a strike.