Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2011 12:18:49 GMT -5
Aboard the Galleon, Carmine came out of his sleep mode, his repair systems indicating near-optimal processing speeds. He looked into the sky, nodded, and without a word of his leave he mounted the Cyclone and took off towards Central City proper. He was unsure of who his opponent would be, or if they would be as powerful or more powerful than his opponents the day beforehand, but he was in nearly top condition and looking for a good fight. He was excited.
He descended into the city, and his tracker went crazy. He looked at the device and clenched his jaw. At the top of the display the words 'Semi-Finals Start' were flashing, and at the bottom the words 'Rules Change'. In between the words were the standard map, and it showed not just the location of the closest opponent, but all opponents. There were three dots indicating opponents. Only four fighters left in total. Two opponents were converging on each other, but the third and closest one was staying perfectly still.
Torn, Carmine decided to engage with the opponent who hadn't been moving. It clearly wasn't what the tournament's organizers had hoped for, but it was the more sporting approach. He closed the distance in a matter of minutes, the pre-battle tension rising in his mechanical body. He didn't know what to expect - perhaps a fighter like Wayne had been, waiting patiently on favorable ground, or worse a fighter like that mystery half-saiyan, just waiting for the right ambush to present itself.
Instead, Carmine found himself pulling up to face another man on a motorcycle, though his had wheels - something of a rarity. He was holding his tracker in plain sight, leaning back lazily in the seat of his bike. He smiled at Carmine and put his feet up on his handlebars.
"You're definitely in the tournament. Name's James. Nice ride."
"Carmine. Sweet wheels."
"Semi-Finals, eh? Guess you're looking to fight."
"It is a tournament after all."
"How bout we make this interesting?"
"What'd you have in mind?"
"Race battle. Start here, end on the outskirts of the city. First one there wins. Keep to the roads is the only rule."
Carmine thought for a moment. He was a capable rider, and the Cyclone was a fast ride, but he knew that anyone who would initiate such a challenge would be just as capable as Carmine if not moreso. However, the offer was interesting, and James had said nothing about attacking one another - if all else failed, Carmine could just drop a Typhoon on James and that would be that. Carmine nodded.
He descended into the city, and his tracker went crazy. He looked at the device and clenched his jaw. At the top of the display the words 'Semi-Finals Start' were flashing, and at the bottom the words 'Rules Change'. In between the words were the standard map, and it showed not just the location of the closest opponent, but all opponents. There were three dots indicating opponents. Only four fighters left in total. Two opponents were converging on each other, but the third and closest one was staying perfectly still.
Torn, Carmine decided to engage with the opponent who hadn't been moving. It clearly wasn't what the tournament's organizers had hoped for, but it was the more sporting approach. He closed the distance in a matter of minutes, the pre-battle tension rising in his mechanical body. He didn't know what to expect - perhaps a fighter like Wayne had been, waiting patiently on favorable ground, or worse a fighter like that mystery half-saiyan, just waiting for the right ambush to present itself.
Instead, Carmine found himself pulling up to face another man on a motorcycle, though his had wheels - something of a rarity. He was holding his tracker in plain sight, leaning back lazily in the seat of his bike. He smiled at Carmine and put his feet up on his handlebars.
"You're definitely in the tournament. Name's James. Nice ride."
"Carmine. Sweet wheels."
"Semi-Finals, eh? Guess you're looking to fight."
"It is a tournament after all."
"How bout we make this interesting?"
"What'd you have in mind?"
"Race battle. Start here, end on the outskirts of the city. First one there wins. Keep to the roads is the only rule."
Carmine thought for a moment. He was a capable rider, and the Cyclone was a fast ride, but he knew that anyone who would initiate such a challenge would be just as capable as Carmine if not moreso. However, the offer was interesting, and James had said nothing about attacking one another - if all else failed, Carmine could just drop a Typhoon on James and that would be that. Carmine nodded.
