6750/MECC: Yang Xiao Long vs Nova

MECC: Yang Xiao Long vs Nova
Date of Scene:	31 July 2019
Location:	Mecc Stage 1
Synopsis:	The Grand Final match between Yang Xiao Long, and Nova Terra
Thanks to:	Rean for Commentating and Nova for being a great opponent.
Cast of Characters:	6381, Yang Xiao Long, Rean Schwarzer

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Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    This is it!

    It's time!

    Dozens of fights. Magnificent victories. Heartbreaking losses. Matches so close that no one could predict their outcome. It's been a hell of a ride and everyone who has participated so far all deserve to be recognized for their efforts. But today. Today we get to see who is crowned champion!

                                YANG XIAO LONG                                

                                      VS                                      

                                  NOVA TERRA                                  

    The Shrine arena is packed to the brim, multiple parallel dimensions existing in the same space and time allowing for countless audience members to observe the match without worrying about silly things like limited seating. The arena itself is simple. A large, wide open flat surface. To give the viewers as much of an unobstructed view as possible. While also allowing the combatants to display the strength of their own skill without reserve.

    Nova herself walks out of the waiting area to the cheers of the audiences. Though she's looking very serious. Focused on the fight that's about to come. The rewards are just within reach! And yeah, there's also the fame and title of being champion. But that's not as much as a concern for the covert operative.

    Nova pulls the large canister rifle from her back and chambers a round. She knows Yang. To a degree. She knows the other woman likes to punch things. Which could be a problem for Nova. But it wouldn't be the first time the sniper has had to deal with melee fighters, so she is prepared. Nova watches carefully as she waits for the other blonde to arrive.

Yang Xiao Long has posed:
    Yang steps into the arena, as music swells up. She kicks into a run, cartwheels into a somersault and sticks the landing with both arms raised. "THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING MULTIVERSE!" she bellows, turning around like a pro wrestler mugging for the crowd. She walks in a small circle, goading the audience into a frenzy, before leveling a finger pointed at Nova. She grins, and with a shift of posture, deploys her gauntlets and assumes her ready stance. "Lets make this one for the history books, eh?".

    Yang settles in, and waits for the ready buzzer, once the audience calms down again.

Rean Schwarzer has posed:
Rean's up in the stands, ready to commentate! "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time. Every single match so far has lead up to this. Yang vs Nova, the Grand Finals of the MECC!"

The buzzer sounds.

"Begin!"

Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    5

    Nova tightens the grip on her rifle.

    4

    Nova's foot shifts ever so slightly.

    3

    Nova narrows her eyes a little at Yang before reaching up to pull her visor down over them.

    2

    Nova takes in a deep breath.

    1

    Nova smirks in response to Yang, "Yes. This will be one to remember." Haha. Ghost humour.

    GO!

    Nova is off and running, taking a path at an angle to Yang to try and keep the bruiser at range. As she does so, her rifle snaps up and fires off a quick burst of rounds at Yang.

Yang Xiao Long has posed:
    The buzzer sounds, and Nova springs into motion. Shots come in, and strike at her guard as she brings her gauntlets up to deflect the heavy slugs. The impacts make her arms numb, but she shakes it off, and instead of trying to close, she adjusts her gauntlets. A subtle shift of the mechanism.

    And then she turns, and punches the air, sending a return volley of explosive bolts back towards the Ghost, trying to lead the sniper's path.

Rean Schwarzer has posed:
"Nova's trying to poke out Yang, making sure to keep her at a distance. That's not going to work, though, because Yang's got some guns of her own! ...I won't lie, that's actually pretty cool."

Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    The bolts streak in towards Nova. She reacts quickly, diving at the last moment. The bolts hit the ground and explode, catching Nova just on the edge and scorching her hostile environment suit just a little.

    The Ghost hits the ground in a roll, before coming up on one knee and bringing her weapon around to aim at Yang. It doesn't take long for her to get the Huntress in the sights of the rifle's scopes and another shot snaps off. Just one this time. But no less deadly.

Yang Xiao Long has posed:
    Yang grins a bit as Nova's sent rolling by her barrage. But that leaves her open to getting hit in the head by the return shot. The blonde brawler goes flipping over backwards, and lands hard. She kips back up, but winces as a trickle of blood runs down from her forehead, dripping from her chin. She staggers a little bit, then slams her fists together, sending a 'pulse' of force out from her body, and reinforcing her Aura.

    She then plants one foot, and craters the arena floor as she kicks forwards, launching herself toward the Sniper, aiming to bring a flurry of punches in at close range, each one punctuated by a blast of kinetic force, like a shotgun with each swing.

Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    Nova is initially still in her position as she watches Yang. Her HUD registers the the rise in power. And in a not entirely unexpected maneuver, Yang launches herself towards Nova.

    The Ghost smirks.

    Blue light washes over Nova, quickly hiding her from view as Yang rockets in. Swing and a miss! The shotgun punch passes through empty air where Nova had been moments before.

    Thankfully for Yang, and the audience, she doesn't have to wait long for a bead on Nova's location. As some distance away, the air shimmers and the sound of another gunshot echoes through the arena. A blurry outline of Nova's form can be seen not too far from the brawler, showing her rifle raised. Yet another large bullet streaks towards Yang.

Rean Schwarzer has posed:
"Whoa, nice headshot from Nova. Yang's still kicking though...or maybe I should say punching, haha. Anyway, Yang's diving in at full speed, aaaand she missed! Looks like Nova's cloak's up. Let's see if Yang can find her before it's too late!"

Yang Xiao Long has posed:
    Swing and a miss. Yang growls as she hits nothing but air... then her danger sense triggers, and she shifts to backhand the bolt out of the air. It smashes into her gauntlet, shattering the strike-plate and making her arm jerk hard, a resonant ringing sound echoing from the strike.

    She staggers, her left arm going limp at her side as blood starts to trickle down her fingers... but as Yang lifts her head towards where the shot came from, her eyes shift from lilac to red between blinks... an air of pure rage overtaking the normally peppy brawler.

    A surge of Aura, and her left arm starts moving again. Yang shakes it out, sending a spray of blood droplets across the arena, and then leaps into the air and arcs up on a trail of aura motes, like fire. She then comes down like a commet, and with a shotgun-like cocking sound, slams into the arena floor, and detonates it, sending a spray of shrapnel in all directions.

Rean Schwarzer has posed:
"Yang takes off, and then slams down into the arena like a cannonball! Pretty explosive like one too, Don't think Nova's getting away from that one."

Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    The arena floor is detonated. A blur is caught on the edge of the shrapnel explosion. Light washes over the flying Nova to reveal her as her concentration is disturbed by the force of the shockwave. Not to mention the pain from the debris that has dug itself deep into her suit.

    Nova was only on the edge of the attack, but still looks rather beaten from it as she picks herself up from the ground. Trails of blood are running down the surface of her suit, coming from the bits of debris still sticking inside her. Judging by the expression on Nova's face, things are really starting to get serious!

    Nova releases a hand from the grip on her rifle, raising it up in Yang's direction. An aura of blue psychic energy flares up around the hand. The bits of debris lying on the floor around Nova suddenly rise up into the air around her. They then blast towards Yang at high speed, like a shotgun blast made out of the arena floor itself.

Yang Xiao Long has posed:
    Yang stands back up, and then gets hit by a telekinetic debris burst. She crosses her arms in front of her face, defiantly weathering the incoming shrapnel and debris, Aura flaring brilliantly, and trickles of blood running from arms and legs, and wherever the barrage strikes through the defensive barrier.

    As the storm abates, the brawler is still standing, battered and beaten up, but still looking super pissed and ready for brawl. She lowers her arms, and grins at Nova. It's not a pleasant grin.

    Yang slams her fists together, and again, launches herself towards Nova, swinging away in another flurry of punches, each kinetic blast tearing up parts of the arena.

Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    Nova doesn't have to be a telepath to realize what Yang intends. Of course, being one doesn't hurt either! Nova briefly considers trying the cloaking maneuver once more. But given that last explosion of Yang's and the fact that the brawler has already seen the trick... It's probably not a good idea at this point.

    Nova barely has enough time to return her rifle to her back before Yang closes the distance. Suddenly the Ghost is back-stepping repeatedly, trying to duck and weave around the punches. Nova is pretty agile but one would have to wonder whether she really can react fast enough to avoid the punches of the seasoned puncher.

    Well, the average person wouldn't notice it... But Nova is cheating.

    Yang finds her arms forcibly pushed off course from their expected paths. It's not to a serious degree, but Nova's telekinesis nudges them just enough to give her the extra space she needs to avoid them. All the while she is doing this, another aura of psychic energy is flaring up around Nova's hand.

    Nova tilts her head to avoid a punch from Yang, the fist and resulting blast just whizzing past, vaporizing a few strands of her hair. But Nova is ready.

    The Ghost retaliates, stepping into Yang's punch and launching her psychically powered palm towards the girl's chest. The result is a massive blast of telekinetic energy delivered at point blank range. Enough to shatter the bones of any normal person all at once. Though perhaps not Yang, who is far from normal. But it's certainly enough to send the berserker flying and hurting. A lot.

Rean Schwarzer has posed:
"Oof, that looked like it hurt. Yang might've made things harder for herself, since Nova's psychically throwing all the debris back at her. And Yang is missing again. ...Wait, Is Nova doing that? Is moving someone's arms so that they miss cheating? Feels like it should be. Anyway, Nova's coming into close range now, ready to palm strike her!"

Yang Xiao Long has posed:
    Yang's eyes go wide, in that slow motion moment before impact. The palm connects, a flare of golden Aura meeting the burst of telekinesis. It does nothing to negate the impact, but does stop the girl's chest from being caved in, at least. Yang goes flying backwards, skipping like a stone a few times, before she gets a hand under her. She launches into the air, landing on her feet and skidding back the last distance before bleeding off all the momentum.

    The brawler is literally burning with rage now, her hair flying like flames on a campfire, spalling off motes of golden light. "I didn't come all this way... TO LOSE!" she bellows, shifting her remaining gauntlet's mechanism and deploying three additional barrels along her knuckles. A purge of spent shells, and a quick reload has her barreling in towards Nova again, holding her arm forwards and firing explosive bolts to cover her approach and hopefully, keep the sniper in place. As she gets in close enough, she swings high, then ducks in a feint to sweep the leg, then follow up with a rising uppercut to the (hopefully) disoriented and vulnerable Ghost.

Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    Nova has a very cold aura to her versus the fire that is Yang. At the other blonde's words, Nova responds, "But that's what is going to happen." The ghostly assassin reaches for her rifle once more, quickly raising it as Yang fires off those explosive bolts. Nova aims, quickly snapping off shots of her own. The attacks meet each other, exploding between the two. But they still do exactly what Yang had wanted, having kept Nova in place.

    Nova blocks the first punch with the side of her rifle, the power of the blow forcing her back a step. Yang then ducks to go for the leg sweep...

    Nova's hand to hand combat training is pretty basic. She's not an experienced fighter like Yang. She prefers to take her opponents out from a completely different area code. She might have fallen for the feint. Except we once again come back to Nova being a telepath. And in Yang's berserker state, her thoughts reveal her intent moments before her actions.

    Nova ignores the feint, shifting to the side to let the uppercut pass just beside her head. As she does so she brings her rifle up to press the barrel directly against Yang's body. Nova pulls the trigger.

Yang Xiao Long has posed:
    And suddenly, Yang has a hole in her. Her Aura just fizzles out as it tries in vain to deflect that point blank shot. A spray of blood, and the brawler crumples into a heap, all the fireworks going out like someone switched off the light.

    The arena buzzes. Yang Xiao Long can no longer battle. Winner: Nova Terra.

Rean Schwarzer has posed:
"And Yang goes flying! And now she's...Uh..Fired up. Literally. She's charging in again, declaring that she's not gonna lose! But Nova's going the direct route, and firing at Yang at point blank."

"...And that's it! Yang's down! The winner is Nova Terra!"

Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    Nova stands up straight as she watches Yang go down. Then the commentator announces her victory. Nova is... Pretty damn calm in her reaction given that she just won the entire freaking tournament. Oh wait...

    A smile tugs at the side of Nova's mouth. It then quickly grows into a grin. She's not dancing up and down shouting in joy, but at least it's something!

    As the Shrine's effects begin to work, helping to clear up their wounds, Nova shoulders her rifle with one hand and offers the other to help Yang up. As she does so, she says, "I don't think I've met anyone who punches quite as hard as you. I could feel the power behind that last strike."

Yang Xiao Long has posed:
    Yang groans... even with the Shrine working its magic that still aches like a sumbitch...

    She rolls over, looking up at the ceiling, then shifts her glance to the offered hand. A grab and she hauls herself to her feet. "Shame you dodge it, else ya woulda felt it better." she quips with a jovial grin. "You remind me of fighting Pyrrha... but she's a bit better at punching range than you are." she adds, then lifts Nova's arm up, turning with the other blonde to the crowd. "Don't forget your adoring fans... all that cheerings. That's for you."

Nova Terra (6381) has posed:
    Nova snorts playfully back at Yang, "I didn't want to feel it /that/ much. Or else I would have been the one on the ground."

    It's at that point, when Yang raises Nova's arm up, that she gets a bewildered look on her face. She has fans? Why would she have fans? She's not supposed to have fans. Except maybe armchair generals salivating over her lethal skills. What does one do when they have fans? Nova has no idea. So she just sort of stands there. Looking bewildered as the crowd cheers.