Round One - Pin VS Gira

Pin stepped out into the Arena, his helmet held in his left hand while he casually twirled his pistol in his right. It had been some time since he’d fought someone for no other reason than just to fight, though even now he had to admit that it was more than just the fight he was after. The prize - the wish - that was his goal. The one thing he’d wanted from the very beginning could finally be his, and he could finally face his mother on truly even ground before reducing her to a fine pink mist. After this tournament, he’d no longer be anyone’s doll. Not his mothers, not the Queen’s, not the Empire’s.

Before him stood a unique-looking opponent, clearly of at least partial Saiyan descent, with dark hair and impossibly fair skin. He could tell that she took herself far too seriously, and she immediately transformed into the Super Saiyan state - she had some measure of control, he had to give her that. Still, to lead with your strongest hand, even here, was a mistake. Now Pin had a better idea of what she was capable of before the fight even began. She called out to him, apparently not having noticed his arrival.

He was going to miss being so difficult to detect once he was named the victor of this tournament. But sacrifices would have to be made in the end.

“You’ll have to tell death I’ll call her back,” He called out, putting his helmet on, “Someone seems to have left a flaming pile of dog waste on my doorstep.”

He dashed to his left, raising his pistol and firing a volley of basic shots - nothing fancy, just a toe in the water to test the temperature. How she dealt with even weak ranged attacks would give him an idea of her general combat style.



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PL 250,000

KP 3/3


Basic ki shots fired!

[U17] Gira

Pin smiled beneath his helmet. She’d countered his blaster fire handily, which really was no surprise. Still, knowing that she was so savvy when faced with basic small-arms fire told him she was apt with ranged combat. He’d keep that in mind. But what brought that smile to his face was the smokescreen she raised. Had it been intentional? If so, Pin saw his advantage clear as day - she really had no idea how Androids functioned. Smoke could only be his ally, as it would mask his position and she’d be unable to sense his presence otherwise. Meanwhile, he still had his built-in scouter and, failing that, his helmet’s wide array of sensory equipment.

Her movement to the area above him was fast, but not so fast that he didn’t see it coming. He’d been brought up under the tutelage of the likes of Queen Habana, after all - he was used to watching his opponents closely. He dove forward into the smoke, her energy blasts hitting the arena floor harmlessly. She landed before he could make it any deeper into the smoke, which would only get thinner with time, and threw a kick for his legs, clearly hoping to knock him from his feet.

He considered his options. He could hop her kick, take to the air and regain his distance. He could just stand his ground and see if his metal body could tank her kick. He went with a third option - deception. He let himself fall over her sweeping kick, his acquiescence robbing the attack of any real impact, but as he started to fall he instead deployed his left-side Aranea module arms, which planted themselves firmly on the Arena floor and halted his descent. When Gira launched her second kick, aimed at his midsection, he deployed his right-side Aranea arms, which caught her leg mid-strike and wrapped around it like a pair of hungry constrictor snakes.

“I see you’ve been training against stationary targets. Good for technique. Bad for strategy.”

Pin thrust his free hand forward and splayed out his fingers. From his palm spewed forth a gout of white-hot fire, which Pin aimed directly towards Gira’s face. Even if she managed to avoid taking a bunch of burning ki fire to the eyes, his Burning Vengeance would create more smoke to further fill the arena and help him keep Gira on her toes.

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Pin has used Burning Vengeance:

[N1] Burning Vengeance: Pin doesn’t rely solely on his equipment to get the job done. Pin can channel his boundless internal energy into the palm of his hand and release it as a gout of white-hot fire.

KP 2/3
[U17] Gira

What was it with Saiyans and screaming? As Gira howled with rage with such intensity that it actually beat back his flames, Pin grit his teeth. Of course she was going to put up a fight. He should have seen that coming. Still, he was glad to be wearing his helmet, as he really didn’t want to deal with his ears ringing by the time she was done throwing her verbal tantrum. He’d hoped she would try to beat away his tentacle arms or something equally ineffective. Still, all she’d done was stall and blow away some of the smoke he’d been hoping to build. No major problem.

She took to the sky, clearly trying to bring Pin upwards along with her. He could see no advantage to going up with her, so he quickly unwound his extra limbs from her leg and set himself safely down on the Arena floor. He looked up and took a few basic blaster shots - all of which went wildly off target on purpose - as she ascended. When she came rocketing back at him again with a kick aimed to his chest, he was ready. It was no great ordeal to sidestep her attack, as telegraphed as it was with her little battle cry. Even her followup attacks were mundane and uninspired, and he managed to block and deflect the bulk of them using his Aranea limbs. Her seemingly random movement patterns would have thrown off a lesser opponent, especially an organic one with the normal number of extremities, but Pin was - quite literally - better armed than that, and made it through her volley with little more than a few scuffs on his armor’s paint and some smudges on the chrome of his Aranea arms. As she threw blow after blow, she berated and belittled him, trying to elicit an emotional response to be sure. If anything, she was just confusing him - why waste all this time and energy on such a basic assault? Did she not realize she was fighting a literal machine? Was she...was she trying to tire him out?

“Oh, that’s adorable!” he said, his voice dripping with mockery, “You’re trying to ‘rope-a-dope’ me! I hate to disappoint you Gigi, but for you I’m no stepping stone. I’m a ceiling.”

With that, Pin launched into his own barrage, leading with a leaping knee strike aimed at Gira’s face, to be followed by a series of thrusts and strikes from his four chrome Aranea arms, their sharp claws reaching and grasping, trying to rip at her skin whenever they came close. He doubted he would give her any grievous wounds this way, but any amount of bleeding would be to his benefit, even superficial amounts. He would teach her the difference between flesh and steel, that one was tireless and one was not.

He would teach her this lesson in the hopes that he might one day have to learn it for himself. He wasn’t here for anything so frivolous as power, after all.

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No techs used, +1 KP

KP 3/3

[U17] Gira

Pin felt a deep sense of satisfaction as his knee connected with Gira’s face, staining his white armor with a deep crimson smear as he continued his barrage of attacks. He could tell that Gira was unused to fighting against someone with his particular style, that she was thrown by his extra limbs. This sort of thing is exactly why he installed them in the first place - when an attack could come from one of eight limbs, and four of them could deliver a blow from some very unique angles, most organic fighters had difficulty defending effectively. This, combined with her apparent unfamiliarity with battling androids would give him the advantage he would need to pull out a win on this one.

Still, he needed to keep his wits about him, as was evidenced by Gira planting her foot directly into his stomach and using him to launch herself further away. If he’d had breath, it would have been knocked right out of him, but instead the attack mostly just stalled him and pushed him back on his heels. As she took her distance, she spat blood and opened her palms for another barrage of minor ki attacks in a wide spread. Pin raised an eyebrow behind his helmet. This gave him an idea.

As the ki blasts made their way towards him, he took a step back, as if hesitating.

“Ah, cra-” he said, crossing his arms in front of his face just before the blasts made impact. Each of them exploded on contact, kicking up more smoke, adding to the existing smokescreen all around him. This was what he wanted. He’d had to take a few small hits, and they stung more than he’d have expected - if he had blood and flesh, he’d be coming away with some nasty bruises. But the smoke and the anticipation were what he wanted.

He let the silence hang for just a moment, a fraction of a second just long enough to trick Gira into thinking maybe she’d won, maybe the android had been exactly as weak as she’d been boasting. And in that moment, he launched his Aranea arms forward. He’d designed them not just to be additional limbs, but to be telescopic - an idea he’d gotten by studying the fighting styles of planet Namek. His telescopic tentacle arms rushed towards her, and would wrap themselves around her, entangling her and pinning her limbs. Once he got a good hold, Pin would rush forward, holding Gira at the maximum length of his Aranea Arms. In this moment, the whole of the arena would hear the roaring of his internal engines, the sign that he’d finally kicked himself into Overdrive. He’d been careful with it, held it back as long as he could, but he would need it for this plan. He would need the sudden and unexpected ferocity and speed that Overdrive, the Mama’s Boy, would give him.

Once he reached the edge of the Arena with Gira, his Aranea arms would slam-dunk her face-first into the ‘Out of Bounds’ area. He didn’t have to beat her in a fight. He just had to ring her out.

“Time to take out the trash!”

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KP 3/3

Pin has attempted to Grapple and Ring Out Gira!

[U17] Gira

By the time Pin realized he’d grabbed nothing, he’d already launched himself forward, giving up his position. He cursed to himself under his breath. He wasn’t surprised, necessarily, but rather just frustrated. He had no desire to drag this fight out any longer than it needed to go. He wondered if he’d waited too long in the smoke, given Gira too long to think about what had happened.

By the time he realized she was behind him, however, it was just a moment too late. She launched some sort of energy attack from very close range. He shifted to his right in a vain attempt to get out of the way, but it was no good. The blast struck him, and sent him tumbling forward. His armor screeched as it dragged across the Arena floor, and his lower-left tentacle arm was blown to pieces.

“Annoying you?” he said, dismissing a series of alerts from his HUD. “If that’s all I’ve been doing, I guess I need to just get to business then so you can go home, and I can move on to the next contestant.”

He pushed himself up, first to a kneeling position, and then to standing. His internal engines idled loudly, an indicator that his Overdrive was still active. He gritted his teeth, and took a few steps forward, towards his opponent. She should have kept on him once he was down. She shouldn’t have stopped to talk. But she wasn’t here to fight. She wasn’t here to fulfill some grand wish. She’d said it herself - she just wanted strength. He’d show her strength.

A port over his left shoulder slid open, and his Shoulder Cannon deployed from within, locking into place with a metallic -shuff-. His engines roared to life anew, and the air around him grew hotter, glowing with a wavy orange aura. From within the barrel of his cannon came a warm orange glow, energy building within. He was done playing cat and mouse.

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Pin is hit by Gira’s attack, losing one of his extra limbs!

Charging [MP3] Thermal Detonator. Next charge 200%!

KP 0/3

[U17] Gira

“You talk so fucking much but say so fucking little. Talk of such great power but you’ve not shown me a scrap of it. Will your wish be to stop being such a disappointing child?”

Pin spoke through gritted teeth as the raging engine within him poisoned his usual light banter with its characteristic hostility and spite. The hotter his engine ran, the more he couldn’t stand the woman in front of him. Her voice grated on his ears, and the sight of her made him wish he had a stomach just so he could throw up. The Mama’s Boy was pure hatred, pure anger, pure Saiyan fury, programmed into him by a ‘father’ who wanted so much to please his warrior wife.

He could feel the heat building within his Shoulder Cannon like it had so many times before in so many battles. He’d run this exact strategy in the past, though in most cases he was against a far superior enemy, with a far inferior ally to run distraction. By his estimation, the differences cancelled each other out. Gira was selected as his opponent because she was, at least with regards to overall potential combat ability, his equal. She was a Super Saiyan, to be sure, but she was no Habana, no Zuccetta. Hell, she was barely a Tulip.

When Gira fired her energy towards him, his HUD flashed with a warning, flagging them as imminent, but minor threats. He raised his arms once more to absorb the bulk of their impact, but planted his feet firmly and continued to pour energy into his cannon.

When she appeared as his back, his HUD flashed once more to warn him of her incoming barrage of punches. His three remaining Aranea arms, flexible and mounted on his back to begin with, coiled up into impromptu shields, blocking the punches with the ringing sound of hardened Saiyan flesh against tempered Saiyan steel.

And still, his cannon grew hotter, and from deep within it began to whine with power.

“You are little more than a ripple, an infant wave, and I am the stony shore upon which you will break. Swell and crash all you like, I will not be deterred."
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Pin has continued charging [MP3] Thermal Detonator! Next Charge 300%!

[U17] Gira