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Post by Uryuu on Mar 8, 2012 1:41:36 GMT -5
Brad fired his vulcans, causing Gene to drop his Beam Saber which bored through the other Leos hand. He then jumped up with Gene still holding on. He was near his limit, but he couldn't stop now. While they ascended, he grabbed his Beam Pistol, considering the barrel of his Beam Repeater was melted in the explosion. He held it at point blank at the Leos cockpit and was about to fire when Brad performed a barrel roll at a great velocity. He was still holding on, but just barely. His left arm was about to snap off and Gene felt it. Everything looked very blurry from his point of view, his head pounding from the head trauma. With what little strength he had left, he put the barrel of his gun on the hatch of Brad's MS cockpit and fired before his arm gave way. He fell hard to the ground from roughly 35 ft. in the air and he was on the verge of slipping into unconciousness, waiting to see the results of his struggle as he looked up at the big blue sky.
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Post by Bozz on Mar 8, 2012 13:23:34 GMT -5
With a Lurch Brad felt the Beam pistol get fired. Luckily the centrifical force angled the shot. Even so the damage was massive and his crash was not soft. As he struggled to stand his ms the computers were going on and off and sparks were flaring every where. As the warning claxons got annoying Brad turned them off.
As he finally got to his feet he lifted his bazooka and using his split arm to try and stabilize the shot he fired one last shot at the prone Leo. This fight had been intense and he was truly hoping it would be over soon. Brad thought as he used his Bazooka to keep himself upright.
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Post by Uryuu on Mar 8, 2012 18:19:40 GMT -5
Gene felt like he was gonna pass out, but after seeing that his last attack didn't do the job, he slapped himself in the face to keep himself awake for just a little longer. He refused to lose to him again. The screen was a little staticy and made it hard to see. He opened up the cockpit hatch to see that Brad was down but not out. He struggled to get up and aimed his Bazooka right at Gene. With a press of the pedals he activated his boosters, skidding across the arena ground. He managed to avoid the explosion, but it wasn't over yet. Before the blast cloud could clear, he propped himself up with his stump of a left arm to get a better view and steadily aimed his Beam Pistol with his damaged right arm. He couldn't use the targeting system because the screen was too damaged, so he had to aim manually. He lined up the pistol sight directly in front of his cockpit in his field of vision. The cloud was nearly cleared away when he saw Brad as he sat inside his mobile suit, like he was looking down on him. He was even more determined to win now. "I'm...not...going...to...lose...to...you....again~" He fired his Pistol, aiming directly at Brad in the Leos open cockpit.
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Post by Bozz on Mar 8, 2012 21:37:03 GMT -5
with a laugh Brad used his damaged hand to deflect the beam taking off the arm entirely. "It's over tho I must admit this has been a grand match. as he hobbled closer Brad tossed a grenade. he also fired both pairs of vulcans at the suits remaining arm. And for good measure He fired his last bazooka round at the severely damaged suit.
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Post by Uryuu on Mar 9, 2012 4:48:40 GMT -5
Brad used his mangled arm to block Gene's shot. "D...Damn!" Then he gave a cocky retort about their fight being "grand". Gene chuckled. "Hehehehehe~ Well then, me and you have different meanings for grand. Cause to me, grand would be me crushing you into the ground. So that wasn't grand at all, it was just pathetic. I'm just weak, always having everyone help me and hold my hand whenever I was in trouble. If I can't even win by myself, then what good am I anyway~" His boosters were completely wrecked from that last move he pulled, so there wasn't any escape now. He closed the cockpit hatch and closed his eyes, waiting for his defeat. Brad lobbed a grenade at him, blowing off the left side of his torso and had his arm torn to shreds by Vulcan fire. And to top it all off, He was shelled by a Bazooka round. He was sent flying through the air and spun out of control like a race car until the battered torso smashed against the arena wall. Gene was knocked out cold.
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Post by Usam1981 on Mar 9, 2012 11:01:03 GMT -5
The moment that Gene's mobile suit went down, the simulator that had been taking care of the dammage reset, putting both mobile suits to base form. Instantly, medics hurried out to Gene's fallen mobile suit. Though the dammage was simulated, some times, they knew, pilots could take real dammage, and the sensors onboard his mobile suit were showing Pilot Dammage.
The fighter steped out of the nearby bay, in his Zaku I, and raised his hand. His communication lines were connected to the Loud speaker systems.
"The winner is Brad. Brad will be moving on to the next round. Our Medics tell me that Gene took some dammage of his own within his cockpit, but he will be fine after a little rest and recuperation, but that he will have to be taken out of the Wild card pick because of the shape he is in."
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Post by Bozz on Mar 9, 2012 15:31:23 GMT -5
With a quick glance at Gene being taken out of his suit Brad left the arena shaking his head. It was a tournemt match not life or death. As he climbed out of his suit and went to meet Verdy to watch the rest of the matches he felt something hit him in the chest. looking down he saw that it was verdy pushing a helmet into his hand. "Verdy what is this?" he asked
"I was watchig that match and that guy got really hurt. Even if this is simulated damage Please start to wear a helmet in the arena." With a sigh Brad looked at his younger sister and smiled "Of course safety first even during games. Plus my head really does hurt from that massive hit." Brad thought the last part to himself. So he took the helmet from her and they headed out to watch the rest of the first round fights.
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