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Zenos yae Galvus And onto the stage of history once more, the crowd erupts as the announcers go into the next stage of the MECC.  It is just a massive stadium of people watching blood sport and buying lots of pointless things, while also consuming everything.  Still, it was a chance for the Multiverse at large to see how two juggernauts could fight.

Zenos walks to the stage, in a slow and methodical pace.  He is covered head to toe in dark Garlean steel, while red pieces of fabric from Ala Mhigo complete the outfit.  On his side is a large holster, holding several blades, looking more like a golf caddy than a holster.  

Stepping onto the stage, he takes a step forward, resting a hand on the blade as he watches across the arena towards his opponent as he makes it out.  Leaning forward slightly, and wordlessly, he rests his hand on a blade after the revolver spins once.

Zenos waits for the fight to begin.
Jonathan Joestar It had been a long time now since he'd been part of an event like this, Jonathan supposed. In his youth, he'd taken up boxing and in the twilight of his school-years, he rather aggressively pursued various contact sports. Those had been simpler terms -- before the multiverse, before Hamon and vampires. Before Dio had tried to kill their Father.

But the roaring of the crowd banished whatever sour feelings stewed in his gut as Jonathan reaches up and pushes the visor of his shiny helmet, its yellow shine denoting that it had been made of a composite of silver, gold and copper.

Entering the arena with the sheathed sword of Luck & Pluck in hand, Jonathan was clad in light chainmail that left his legs and arms exposed, as well as golden greaves, gauntlets, and half-plate to go with his helmet. The rest of his body was decorated in an armor made of rings, looped around his neck, his chest, his arms and even his legs.

It was an ultra-heavy set related to the Trial of 77 Rings that had been held in Windknight's Lot during the past. Given the nature of this tournament, he felt it fitting to don it, as it was meant to represent the land's strongest knight.

With a dignified bow despite his garb. "Good day. My name is Jonathan Joestar, it seems I'll be your opponent."

His introduction is short yet polite. As far as could be seen, the only armament on his person was his sword.

After introductions are out of the way, Jonathan draws his sword from its scabbard, wielding the longsword with one hand as he darts forward with surprising speed and for his size. Shining ripples in the air begin to emenate from his body as he moves, leaving red and gold sparks across the ground with each footstep. "Hamon..!"

Jonathan attacks with an overhead chop that he attempts to turn into a vertical slice and a a final thrust towards Zenos' center of mass.
Zenos yae Galvus Zenos speaks, but he does not nod his head or offer up any other body language than preparation.  His eyes are hidden behind the white mask, while blonde hair that escapes the outfit flows briefly in the wind.  At that moment, there was only just the two of them.  "I am Zenos yae Galvus, now...let us see which of us is mightier."

Zeno's movements are small, simply using the least amount of energy possible to make them.  As Jonathan attacks, the blade comes out in a single swing to deflect it away.  The follow-up blows are similarly blocked, though they do find purchase as they glance off of his armor.  Hard enough to sear through the defenses, but not enough to find true purchase.  

Zenos follows through with a single slash, aiming to try and cut through the very air itself it swings so fast, and hopefully very dangerous to Jojo and his armor should he be caught in its range.  The strength behind the sword so potent that it's force continues a bit passed the swing itself.
Jonathan Joestar     " .... ?! Koooh...!"

Breathing in so deeply that his chest visibly expands, Jonathan twists his body at an angle that seems as if it should have painfully dislocated his shoulder, Zenos' attack carving through an exposed section of chainmail and leaving a bloody wound in its wake. But, with his whole body radiating a golden shine, his shoulder returns to where it should be and seems no worse for wear. Even the sword slash that found purchase in his flesh seemed to already be less severe.

'What incredible power! His technique and strength .. if he gets one good hit on me, I might be done for. This is a true test of skill, however..!'

Jonathan stays on the offensive, unwilling to give ground as he aims a karate chop towards Zenos' sword-bearing wrist! "With this, I'll break open your guard! OVERDRIVE!"

He intends to send a surge of ripple into Zenos on contact, and so if the blow finds purchase, the other will receive a shock of golden lightning.
Zenos yae Galvus Like a shark, Zenos can pick up on something like fear or worry.  There is a smile under the mask, but he does not let it go to his head so easily.  Instead, he focuses on the blade, channeling his aether through it as Jonathan seeks to penetrate his defenses.  The blow lands home, sending him back from it as golden lightning tears through his body.

"Hm...I was expecting something more from that, but no matter," he says, perhaps slightly arrogantly.  "If you wish to see a sliver of what I can do...allow me to demonstrate," he says, with that air of slightly cocky.

True to his word, however, he brings his sword up into the air, as aether draws upon it.  Then smashing it into the ground the ground starts to split apart, cracking from the energy flowing into it as a massive shockwave of power tears through the area.  Lesser fighters would be unable to stand up to this...but with Jojo, he would feel substantially less resistant, as if the very strength was sapped out of him.

When the effect ends, the cracked ground is simply revealed and Zenos' blade is once more held in front of him, watching how his opponent manages.
Jonathan Joestar Paying his words no heed, Jonathan focuses on his own ploy. Sending his own Hamon into his opponent's body ... while he didn't commit to forcing it to do damage, as it was ineffective at harming living things, he now had something of an advantage that he could only exploit once before his foe catches on.

Jonathan remains stalwart even as he tumbles from the magical earthquake, his own weight working against him as his body is bruised and battered. "I feel weak, as if my very stamina is bleeding out ..."

Even so, he stands and assumes stance. With deep breaths, he was revitalizing himself, circulating his Hamon throughout his bloodstream. Once more using his Ripple Sprint to clear the distance of now uneven ground between them, Jonathan rears his arm back for a stab. Although, it seems too far away. The length of his blade didn't have the reach to attack his foe without getting closer. Or, so it seemed.

Dislocating his joints as he thrusts, Jonathan's arm extends much longer than it should, telescoping towards Zenos' chest like a bullet. "Kohhh..!"

Hopping forward with applied pressure from his foot, Jonathan retracts his arm after his stabbing maneuver, and attempts to launch a mighty uppercut, his fist igniting in a burst of bright red flame. "SCARLET RED OVERDRIVE!"
Zenos yae Galvus The blade that thrusts at him is met with the blade of Zenos, aiming to set it off course as Zenos looks less than impressed.  As a master of the art of the blade, he figured he had a technique that would allow him to strike at the range needed to be dangerous.  However, the extended arm was something he had not seen before, which gains his interest.  

The uppercut, however, manages to catch the Garlean under the mask's jaw.  Staggering from the blow for a few steps, his helmet goes flying off and landing in the area outside of the arena.  Lowering his head once more, the beautiful face of Zenos is revealed.  A youngish man, with long blonde hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes.  In the center of his forehead was a pearl like a gem, marking him as a child of Garlemald.  

"Hm...and you still have the strength to fight.  How...trite.  However, let us see if you are worth the art," he says returning the blade to its sheath.  The sword revolver spins as his hand rests on a new blade and with a single powerful motion swings it out.

Two things happen, a blade appears behind directly Jonathan, sparking with electrical aether and purple light.  His hand swings a blade out, swirling with green aether.  The blade attempts to create a powerful gust of wind that sends the fighter flying back, and into the range of the first blade, which sparks with a blast of lightning, which aims to make it harder to move.
Jonathan Joestar Reaching up, having knocked his opponent's headgear off, Jonathan removes his own helmet with a powerful tug which revealed his bright black hair and deep blue eyes. He seemed to be around Zenos' age, in his early twenties with a powerful jawline and regal features. "Indeed, I am quite persistent!"

Either taking nothing from, or ignoring, the statement of tritness, Jonathan readies himself, attempting to leap backwards to avoid Zenos' drawing strike. Unfortunately, the one that had appeared behind him catches him by his right leg, giving him a thorough zap. "Agh...!"

He manages to recover himself as he falls, as he fell hand-first to propel himself back to his feet. Wasting no time in moving forward, Jonathan attempts to bring himself back into range, reaching behind himself to grasp something strapped to his back. It was ... a golden star, somewhat bigger than his hand. Ordinarily, Hamon couldn't stay charged inside of inorganic materials without direct contact. But, this was a magical item he'd won in a race just around Christmas and as he'd found, its properties were rather add.

    "Kooooh!"

Pumping his ripple into it, Jonathan casts the glowing item out, which released a buzzing torrent of potent energy as it span in the air to attack Zenos like a boomerang, homing in on the Hamon energy that Jonathan had stored inside his body not too long ago. "METAL SILVER OVERDRIVE!"

The edge of his sword sparked and shone with bright reds, golds, and blues shifting and swirling as he charged it, vastly increasing the sharpness of its edge and even its durability as he swung upwards.
Zenos yae Galvus Zenos keeps his eye on Jonathan, so far the man has pulled some unconventional tricks out of his sleeve, and while so far they have not succeeded, it takes just one to turn a defeat into victory.  When the blade comes at him, Zenos moves to swing to deflect it.

But then it comes again, from a different direction.  Just barely managing to avoid the sword blade, but it does tear through his armor in passing.  The blade, supernaturally sharp was dangerous, and Zenos made sure to just keep it from cleaving him in twain.  Though, to his effort, a cut formed where the blade gained purchase on his armor, causing a reddish color to form.

"Tch.." he says, with a dismissive air to him.  Returning the sword to its sheath, he waits for the swords to rotate again.

"Let us see if you have the power to transcend...or if a few tricks are all you have," he says, as he vanishes back into the center of the arena.  His eyes flashing for just a brief moment.  He swings the blade out in a powerful swipe, even if he was nowhere near Jonathan.  The wind from the blade would tear out, forming another gust of wind to try and send Jonathan up into the air.

"REND!"

He moves, vanishing from point to point as if by teleportation...before he appears with another sword.  This time, it sparks with dangerous electricity as he swings it, if the blade catches him, a bolt of lightning would shoot from the sky to try and blast him.  

Appearing again right above him, he seems to soar through the air, as another sword, covered in flames swings in an overhead slash right towards Jonathan.  

"Do you have the strength?!"
Jonathan Joestar Sparks fly as sword meets sword. Jonathan's arms do not ever despite the strikes, even as his body is sent hurtling into the air. However, Zenos had a thought that was all too true -- all it took was one decisive blow to create victory. Jonathan was not a swordfighter by nature, that much is obvious from his odd way of fighting and the sheer simplicity of his swordsmanship. But whatever he had in store didn't have the time to come out.

Using the magical star that returned to him to parry away another blow of the teleporting swordmaster.

But it's this 'meet and return' style of defense that is the massive man's downfall. He meets the crackling sword with his own Hamon-infused weapon and, as a result --

        "Huuuuah!!"

Jonathan roars as lightning falls onto him, his Armor of 77 Rings acting like a lightning rod. Even so, he makes it to his feet, steam and electric crackles rolling off of his burnt body and molten armor in waves.

A lesser man would have been defeated by such an attack instantly. But not Jonathan Joestar, so long as he drew breath and had the will to go on, his body would respond -- that is what he believed. All he had to do was find the inner strength to keep going.

But ultimately, he finds himself lacking, unable to recover as Zenos' flaming sword comes down for one final blow. In an attempt to parry it, he doesn't have the strength in his arms to do so effectively, leading to a decisive cleave into his soft, weakened armor that cuts him from shoulder to waist, flames cauterizing the wound instantly.

Jonathan collapses down onto one knee, barely keeping himself upright by plunging his sword into the ground. Without a doubt, it was Zenos yae Galvus' victory.

Within moments, the agony of his body has ceased, and he finds himself in a state as if he had never engaged in battle. Even the arena itself, crowd roaring with excitement, seems to have been restored. "Ah. I find myself bested by a superior opponent. Your swordsmanship and strategy was excellent."
Zenos yae Galvus With a simple move of his wrist, the blade spins in his hand, as he returns it to the Sword Revolver.  As he turns to move away and pick up his helmet, he hears the voice of the fighter he defeated and turns to consider him, as the wounds are restored thanks to the nature of this part of the Multiverse.  

"Yes, and yours is not.  It was evident in your style and strategy.  While I do not judge others picking up the blade, I question your decision to rely on a fighting style you are obviously not accustomed to.  However, that is your choice to make."

The helmet is picked up and slowly put back on his head.  The voice becoming tinnier again.  "My suggestion is to refine your form if you continue pushing your skill with the blade.  Relearn the basics and perfect them...before you rely on strange moves to make up for your lack of skill."

With that, he turns to leave, "However, you seem to be the type to be willing to learn.  I hope my criticism creates a better swordsman."