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Twilight Sparkle      Twilight Sparkle taps on her microphone in the announcer's booth. "Ah, good!" she says a bit too loudly, then smiles happily. "Hello fellow Multiversians! I am Twilight Sparkle, and in a few minutes the sure to be exciting WMAT battle between the mysterious Black Nightmare and the good-natured scatterbrain Mako Mankanshoku, Fight Club President! Both have been tenacious so far in their previous battles, so I expect a lot of action and some mild collateral damage!"

     The stadium lights start shifting rapidly between colors. "Now, everyone in the stands! Let's give a big welcome to the Black Knightmare and Mako Mankanshokuuuuuuu!"
Mako Mankanshoku HONNOUJI ACADEMY
15 MINUTES AGO

    Mankanshoku Mako dashes out of class, clutching her bookbag to her chest and trailing loose papers, "Geez! Mister Mikisuji gave too much homework!" Bursting out into the enormous, circular courtyard of the school, she slides to a halt and hoists up her wrist, eyeballing her watch, "I'm gonna be late!" A crack of a baseball catches her attention with a 'nyo?' sort of noise and the brunette's attention turns towards the diamond occupying one section of the athletics court.

    After a few moments, her worried expression breaks into a huge smile.

RIGHT NOW

    There is no sign of the challenger from the Honnouji Academy Fight Club. Even her family has arrived, Barazo checking his watch and scratching his head. Mataro squirms while Sukuyo polishes his face with a kerchief, and the hoodie-wearing dog darts back and forth on the little railing in front of them. Rubbing his head, Barazo shrugs, eyes closed, "She should'a been here by now, what's keepin' that daughter of mine?"

    "Honey~?" Sukuyo leans back from her son and gestures into the sky. Barazo glances up where she points. While he squints, Mataro suddenly leans over the railing and points, "There, in the sky! Is that some kinda bird?"

    "Nah," Barazo squints, shading his eyes, "Maybe a plane."

    Seconds later, a figure in black enters the arena from the sky, slamming into the center of the square stone ring, bouncing and impacting a turnbuckle post. Sliding down until she rests upside-down on her head is the black-clad Fight Club President, the self-styled Bancho of Honnouji High, Mankanshoku Mako in full Goku Uniform.

    While upside-down from what must have been an insane flight, the girl pushes out a thumbs-up, "Landed it!"
Amalthea     It's an impressive landing. Listen to those crowds already cheering Mako on when she makes groundfall, upside-down or not.

    But only one figure seems unmoved by the sight of the Goku Uniform-clad girl's soaring entrance. A slow, almost casual, methodical trudging of steel cna be heard at first, as one of the stadium doors opens. There is no fanfare. No music, no cheering to herald this arrival though. A figure in heavy plates of dark armor as black as the night, slowly making way to the battleground. Utterly ignoring the jeers and hisses of the audience, The Black Knightmare takes their time, tattered cloak whirling behind as they come toa halt and unsling their blade, the metal equally black as that armor, resting the tip point first upon the ground, while strapping shield to off-hand.

    No words.

    Just an intent, intense, stare from the lone blue eye that can be seen through the grille of that dark helm, a hot breath snorting steam visibly.
Twilight Sparkle      Twilight Sparkle blinks in surprise when Mako suddenly rockets down from high in the sky. "Oh my goodness! What an entrance! Mako comes flying down from high in the sky and lands square in the arena! I was unaware she even had flight powers! How is she unharmed?" Then, the Black Knightmare walks in. "And there is the Black Knightmare! He looks rather intense, and seems quite calm even with the battle so close to starting. Good luck to both fighters!"
Mako Mankanshoku     With dust scattering from her uncerimonious landing, Mako rolls forward from where she hit and then scrambles to her feet with a swirl of her long coat and sleeves, "It's the Fight Club President that needs no introduction! Mankanshoku Mako!" Raising her hands, the girl slams her fist into her palm, scattering dust and causing her jacket to blow up around her in a violent flapping. "Nice to meet you!" As her coat settles down, Mako drops one hand, though raises the other in a cheery wave, "So let's have a fun fight, huh?"

    In the stands, Mataro rummages in his hoodie until he produces a video camera, then props it on the railing, "Gotta put this on youtube for Beatdowns, WMAT Edition! Heh..!"
Amalthea     Intense is... One way to put it. That eye focuses on Mako, locking on the highschooler with the focus and murderous hunger of a beast all the while adjusting that heavy black armor. Now they speak. The voice is a harsh, hoarse, whisper, hissing and echoing in that helmet, as they heft their dark blade.

    "Make this entertaining."

    And then comes the charge. A sudden rush of speed into a full out sprint right out the gate, the Knightmare seems to hold no regards for Mako's youtube subscribers, simply intending to open up the live coverage with a sudden swing of that heavy black shield, with intent to belt Mako silly with a heavy panel of full black steel.
Mako Mankanshoku     "That's my specialty!" Mako declares, "You gotta make fights fun to watch! Or else why's there a tournament, right?"

    While talking, her eyes closed, Mako leaves herself wide open and the Knightmare's shield slams square into her face with an oddly hollow, ringing sound. It's a pretty solid hit, too, vibrating through the shield. Almost like striking a coconut.

    The impact also knocks the girl almost completely off her feet, though she staggers and manages to keep herself upright. With a bit of blood dripping from her nose, she recovers into a lower stance and slams her knuckles together, scattering sparks from her gold-plated knuckleduster, "Okay!" Her back foot digs into the stone surface of the arena floor and she hurls herself forward in a quick springing motion, sweeping her leg in an upward arc. This brings the crimson spikes of her geta sandals dangerously close to the helmet obscuring the Knightmare's face, "Ey!"

    The force is such that it throws Mako into a complete circle and causes her to land on all fours a heartbeat later, regardless of impact.
Amalthea     For a moment, the Knightmare can't help but wonder if that blow dented their shield. Though there's no stopping to check it, when Mako rebounds and springs back.

    The impact of those sandals resounds with a solid clank, making it impossible to deny that the BANCHO dressed girl hit her mark full on. And as a result, metal-booted fet stagger a step backwards before setting, digging small tracks in the arena floor.

    The Knightmare actually has to shake head at that one, clearing the ringing from ears and letting visin straighten out once again before trudging forwards, sword hoisted, before the black blade comes back down in a quick defense testing arc, whild hoisting shield into readied form.
Twilight Sparkle      "After some polite greetings from Mako, the Black Knightmare starts things off! That sword looks very dangerous! Oh..but, the Black Knightmare uses his shield to attack instead! Shields are generally not good weapons. They are made for defense. I can only assume that the Black Knightmare was trying to test Mako's defenses in preparation for a stronger blow." Twilight announces as she watches, wincing when she sees the blood from Mako's nose. "Mako pops right back from the hit despite an apparently broken nose and being knocked almost right off her feet! She kicks those dangerous looking spikes on her sandals toward the knight's head, and it looks like she scores a solid blow!"
Mako Mankanshoku     Mako quickly shoves up with her hands, hurling herself to her feet in a swift recovery from her kick's landing. Her feet plant down, eyes darting upward when that sword comes down. Her arms shift and she lashes out a backhand to intercept the blade, knocking it off-course such that the tip only manages to nick her Uniform with a spray of red, glittering sparks. Wearing a grin, the sprig of clover in her teeth bounces upward as Mako takes a step forward with a sweeping leg motion.

    "You're pretty scary, but I bet you could look cooler if you put some gold or silver on that armor! Like an anti-hero!"

    Mako doesn't wait for a response. In fact, she very likely doesn't expect one. She just talks to talk, like a good little motormouth. The sweeping step forward puts her much closer, though, perhaps dangerously close to the Black Knightmare-- For the Knightmare, whose sword requires swinging space. Space is much less of a concern for a brawler like Mako, though! At such close range she fires a jab at the center of the Knight's chest, following it up with a thrust punch with her right hand that she throws her entire body into with such force that it leaves her balancing on one leg, eyes squeezed shut, "Ey-- EY!"
Amalthea     Gold and silver? The mere notion earns another one of those hot-steam snorts, but first and foremost, the Knightmare must respond with action before words. Because when Mako steps into that range and the black blade goes sailing near harmlessly by, the solid crunch of steel can be hear when the Knightmare dull on eats a one-two combo to the chest.

    A grunt and they take it standing though, armor dented, the sensation is much akin to punching a very angry wall- that nearly gets off balance by the force, but manages to regain stability as one leg comes up- and snaps a heavy steel boot straight forward.

    "I'm not here to be an anti-hero, I am here to win."
Twilight Sparkle      Twilight Sparkle says, "The Black Knightmare has to shake off that powerful hit! The Black Knightmare swings his sword, but Mako knocks it off course and just gets a scratch! And...it seems Mako is giving the Black Knightmare some fashion advice while she lands a few clean blows. But, he could hardly be called the Black Knightmare if he wore gold or silver. The Black Knightmare seems to think that he needs no fashion advice, and solidifies that position with a solid kick with a heavy boot!"
Mako Mankanshoku     "Uff!" Mako lets out a puff of breath when that armored boot strikes her midsection during her attack recovery. It shoves her off balance, with enough force that she slides back while her arms pinwheel. After a second or so of flailing, the girl slams her other foot down and re-establishes herself, scattering cracks across the fighting platform.

    "Yeah--" She flips out her arms, causing her coat to billow out around her and displaying the huge array of weapons tucked into straps and pockets within the shifting crimson lines of its interior, "You can win an' still look cool!" With a snapping motion she produces a hefty tire iron, spinning it in her grip and then catching it, the gold coating glittering in the stadium lights, "You ready?" Her grin widens, "Here I come~!"

    Mako's back foot digs in, hurling up shards of mangled stone as she throws herself into motion. Weilding the tire iron by the shank, she swings its curved 'heel' towards the Knightmare's side. It's a feint, though! Slamming her foot down, Mako twists it around and drives the nut-grasping end towards the armored figure's sword-arm elbow with full intent of making it bend the way it's not supposed to.
Amalthea     That is a tire iron.

    That is a very unorthodox weapon. Then again this is obviously a very... Unorthodox opponent, something the Knightmare has already learned within the first few seconds of this vicious exchange. That doesn't stop the golden tool from striking with all its sparkling might in a full on baseball swing for the sword arm.

    With a CRUNCH, there's a long, thin, dent biting deeply into the elbow guard, a clear and deep outline of tire iron shape clearly defined in the dark steel. With a grunt, the Knightmare's sword arm goes limp, but fingers remain clenched on the blade, steam hissing angrily from the mangled joint.

    "Come then. But make sure you do not falter."

    The dark armored figure WELCOMES Mako's best, but they do not take it without reprisal. A lurch and the dark armored figure throws their shoulder forward in a sudden and wholly vicious shoulder check to try and bowl the brawling bancho over.
Twilight Sparkle      "Mako is certainly light on her feet! Even after that powerful kick to the belly she still doesn't fall over. Then, Mako shows us the multitude of armaments she carries benath her coat! And...she chooses a tire iron?" Twilight giggles. "Hardly a traditional weapon, but the solid metal and Mako's strength makes it a deadly weapon! She swings it hard, and...misses! Wait, it was a feint! She slams it into the Black Knightmare's elbow! Ooooh, that has to hurt! The poor knight's arm has gone limp! But, he doesn't let that stop him. With his sword arm disabled, he lurches forward with a shoulder and slams hard into Mako!" There are some page-flipping noises. "I don't see any of these moves in my 'How to Duel' book."
Mako Mankanshoku     "You got it!" Mako states with a grin at such close range. She lets out a surprised noise, though, when the Knightmare opts for the shoulder barge, which strikes her solidly enough that she drops her tire iron. While this clatters away, Mako skids back to the very edge of the ring, teetering precariously. Her arms flail out for balance. Just as she starts to tip back, one of her coat's loose sleeves suddenly shoots out, producing a large white glove that grabs on to the opposite edge of the ring and keeps her from falling out of bounds. This springs, yanking her back into the ring and then snaps back to its original length.

    The opposing sleeve likewise extends a large white glove, balled into a fist which smacks into its partner's palm. This motion is mimicked by Mako with her regular hands, smacking her knuckleduster into her opposing hand with a meaty noise. The clover in her teeth bounces upward, influenced by her grin, "You're crafty! Good one!"

    She slams her foot down, and then the other, planting herself down with the spikes of her geta. The two beefy hands on her sleeves snap out, attempting to grab on to the Knightmare and then rubberband, yanking him towards her while she winds up her right hand. The starburst-shaped knuckleduster glints as she readies it, and then snaps out her fist with a full power straight-arm punch fully intent on meeting an incoming Knight-- assuming he doesn't somehow avoid the initial grab!

    Though if she does manage it, it's going to leave a pretty clear starburst design embossed on his armor, surrounding four big block letters: MAKO
Amalthea     In all that heavy armor it's a wonder the dark knight can get around so nimbly at all. But this time, the grab isn't evaded. The best they can do is brace, and that punch would certainly put anyone less down for the count. But Mako connects- it is a sound and solid blow, leaving the girl's mark right on the plating over the Knightmare's stomach.

    That'll have to be hammered out later.

    But they don't even retreat from that. If anything, despite the pain and rattling inside that armor, one gauntlet-clad hand reaches to try and grab ahold of Mako by the shoulder with their good arm, armored head reeling back.

    "I have my moments."

    Grunted as they lurch forward head turned to drive that helmet at Mako's forehead in a world-shaking headbutt.
Twilight Sparkle      "I -definitely- do not see these moves in my 'How to Duel' book! Mako conjures some large white gloves from the sleeves of her coat, and those sleeves start to act like arms! They grab the Black Knightmare and in a snap he is flying toward her! I'm sure he will be seeing stars after that blow from her knuckleduster! And...Mako seems to have engraved her name in the Knightmare's armor! But, the knight seems unphased! He grabs Mako by the shoulder and with a grunt he headbutts Mako! That helmet should make for some painful contact."

     Twilight is on the edge of her seat, watching with wide eyes as the two clash. "I am glad this is merely a contest battle. If these two were fighting for real, I am sure one of them, or both, would be seriously injured!"
Mako Mankanshoku     DONK

    Mako's head makes an entirely unsatisfying sound when the Knightmare's helmet connects. Though the blow is solid enough that the girl is seeing stars, wobbling in place, it really felt like striking a coconut. Even moreso than the shield. There is a slight possibility that her skull has dented that armored helmet through such a solid impact.

    Wobbling, Mako recovers herself. It's not hard to find the Knightmare when he's so close, despite the stars in her eyes. As such, she simply plants her hands on those bulky shoulders and hauls herself up in a springing jump, back arcing with the faint glimmer of Life Fibers.

    And then Mako simply returns the favor, slamming her head down atop the Knightmare's helmet with enough force that her legs shoot out to either side, "EY~!"
Amalthea     That is... A little unsurprising. Not the donk sound, but that Mako ate the headbutt and left the HELMET dented.

    And then dents it again.

    "Wh-..."

    WHAM. Conversely, the sound when Mako does it in return is a much more resounding crunch of metal denting. The Knightmare is actually staggered after that one, reaching up to hold their head whild trying to shake out the dizzy stars. Something seems to have come loose inside that helmet and is rattling around fairly loudly to boot, but after a beat they regain themself.

    Another hiss of steam and that previously crippled arm jerks, a sudden twitch of motion before it comes back to life with a metal-on-metal whining grind, swinging forward to bring the knuckles of one gauntlet forward in a vicious right hook, rather than actually use the blade while the brawler is inside their reach. "Gruh..."
Twilight Sparkle      Twilight Sparkle gasps as Mako attacks. "Mako just headbutted the helmet of the Black Knightmare! And it seems like her head is harder than the helmet! Before Equestria joined the Multiverse, I would have thought 'that is impossible!'. But, still, it is surprising! Not to mention that Mako's head sounds like it is hollow! That would be impressive. Not many creatures can function without a brain! Or...maybe her brain is located elsewhere? And it sounds like she broke the Black Knightmare! Something is rattling around inside of that helmet. It might be the knight's marbles! He does not seem to like that. He is steaming mad! Literally! The Black Knightmare opts for an old-fashioned hoofi-er..fisticuffs attack, which seems to have been the correct choice for this moment!"
Mako Mankanshoku     Once Mako hits the ground after throwing all her weight into that headbutt, she dips forward and closes in immediately, hands and sleeves raised and fists presented. The Knightmare's spiked knuckles strike her square in the face, scattering blood to the side, but despite the bleeding she doesn't slow down.

    While the big fists on the ends of her coat sleeves strike in for a quick one-two combination, Mako's own hands dip into her coat, pulling out a baseball bat studded with nails. It's this that she follows through with in an upward swing, all intent on not only damaging the steam knight but also shoving him back and pressing her advantage.

    It seems that no matter how injured she gets, Mako still has that big fun-loving smile on her face! "I won't back down! Ryuko lost so it's up to me now! It ain't gonna be easy, y'know!"
Amalthea     In that respect, Mako could not have gotten an opponent more opposite her. For while the girl smiles so brightly, the Knightmare shows no emotion, shows little pain, and bears nothing but a singular, closed-minded, intent to wipe that grin of the brawler's face. But that does not mean the dark knight cannot praise their foe in the process.

    "You have spirit. Commendible, but can it pull you through?"

    This is probably the most the Knightmare has bantered in any of their matches, but that doesn't change the fact that in each one they tend to get battered around. Like right now, how Mako whips out a nailbat. The very kind of weapon that would probably cause some terrible damage. It's mitigated somewhat by heavy plating, but the coat-punches serve to detract from that defense, every blow ringing painfully, until the Knightmare is dropped to a knee, hissing breath and steam in deep slow pants, body rattling, but not down just yet.

    For a beat, they remain kneeling, head low, breathing, waiting. Before helmet snaps up, lone blue eye glowering. "Show me, then."

    Pushing back up, now they use that blade for true, light on their feet despite injury, several lightning fast jabbing thrusts of the sharp blade, it's like fighting a wild horned beast, intent on driving that horn through into a merciles goring stab.
Mako Mankanshoku     "Yup!" is the simple response Mako provides to the Knightmare's gravel-voiced question. She really doesn't think too much about it before simply belting that out, too. So close, her defensive options are limited and the sword manages to find purchase, biting into her uniform and drawing blood. As the girl shifts, successive blows chop into her Uniform but find much less girl to hit, drawing out only glowing crimson sparks for their effort.

    She tosses her bat upward, catching it with one of her sleeve-gloves and then slams her knuckles together hard enough to hurl out a gust of wind in all directions, "Let me show you! But don't miss it!"

    Feinting forward, Mako barges her way into that close-in brawling range she favors so much. Her final step in fact aims at slamming down on the Knightmare's foot, in an effort to pin her opponent inside her favored range. It's only then that her fists get to work. Her regular hands strike for the body and chest, while her larger sleeve-fists come in from the sides, working the shoulders and arms with repeated blows, "Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey~!"
Twilight Sparkle      "And Mako's face takes some more abuse at the hands of the Black Knightmare! She is still smiling, though! She is determined to defend her title as Fight Club President! She must really like fighting to still be smiling so big after all this abuse. Now, Mako pulls out a baseball bat and golfswings at Black Knightmare's head! It is a good thing I read that book on sports and sports metaphors! Knightmare is forced to a knee after that attack, but he doesn't stay down long! He starts jabbing with his sword rapidly! Mako is able to fend off the attacks for the most part and comes back in with her own attacks! She is really hammering the Black Knightmare with punch after punch from those comically-sized white gloves!" Twilight announces.
Amalthea     It's kind of hard to miss Mako's conviction, when its strength comes in the form of so many punches. A veritable hailstorm of fists, the Knightmare attempts to weather through them, shield brought up until the storm of flurried fists leave it a dented wreck and batted aside, before taking their turn battering black armor and the body encased within, every blow soon wearing through that iron defense, leaving the Knightmare staggering like a drunken sailor, ears no doubt ringing and body awash in a world of pain.

    "Im... Pressive. But I can still continue." Rasped after a few dizzied paces. But then the Kightmare chokes the grip of their sword, suddenly two-handing it with a monstrous bellow, the intent is fairly simple really. It's a swipe with every ounce of strength behind it, aiming to cut those gloves off the coat and deeply slash at the girl wearing it.
Mako Mankanshoku     "Good!" Mako recoils from her barrage, hands and sleeve-arms raised up in a visage not unlike the tails of scorpions, ready to strike, "Nobody wants to watch an easy fight! Not that it's been easy-- You're pretty good, you know?" She readies herself when her foe rises to the attack, planting her stance. When the cleave comes through, she slams a sleeve-arm down and hurls herself upward and clear. The sleeve doesn't retract in time, though. The blade severes through it in one mighty swing, shredding apart the Life Fibers reinforcing the uniform and surrounding the Knightmare with glowing crimson particles. The sleeve flutters down, severed completely, and writhes in place for a moment before going still much like a severed limb would.

    Mako, meanwhile, is in midair and quite literally disarmed. She seems unconcerned about the serious damage to her Goku Uniform, though. Her mind is in the moment, even if she's suddenly down a limb. Her remaining sleeve-glove drops her nailbat, which she catches in her hands, and then reaches inside her coat for something else. What she removes is a length of gold-plated pipe, glittering in the stadium lights. At the end of this pipe, popping free of Mako's coat, is a full sized kitchen sink-- also plated in gold.

    It's this impromptu weapon that Mako swings downward during her descent, throwing her entire weight into it, "Hyah~!"
Twilight Sparkle      Twilight covers her eyes with her hooves as she watches the Black Knight getting pummeled. She peeks out from behind them when the sounds of metal being bent and broken subsides, then her eyes widen. "Black Knightmare is looking battered, judging by the armor, but Mako is looking pretty beaten up as well. She just lost an arm! Er..well, her uniform lost an arm, but for her that seems just as bad! Mako seems unconcerned though, and continues her unconventional attacks! She has just...wait, she actually brought a kitchen sink? That is only an expression! You are not supposed to -literally- hit someone with everything including the kitchen sink! And it looks like an expensive sink. It is completely golden!"
Amalthea     Never before has the Knightmare been so battered by bling. But golden kitchen sink now officially takes the cake. Down it comes, the force more than enough to distract from the fact that the sleeve is twitching like it was alive. And with a monstrous crash, the black armored knight is flattened, hit with enough force to crater the arena floor and leave them face down in the dust for a few beats.
    No coughs, no jerks, no twitches of movement, for a moment it seems like the match might be Mako's.

    Until the Knightmare snarls. One gauntlet-clad hand curls fingers tight enough to crunch a broken stone into dust as they push up to feet, the tip of something sharp and golden sticking out from a dent in the helmet, they swing- hard enough for their shield to come flying off, launched like a heavy steel frisbee while treadying again, taking a two-handed grip on their blade.
Mako Mankanshoku     Mako's sleeve-glove recoils, yanking the sink off of the Knightmare and weilding it in a ready posture. With her free hand, she gestures, "C'mon, you're tougher than that! I'm barely standing over here--" As her foe starts to rise, Mako shoots both hands upward, "Yes! You're great!"

    DONK

    The Knightmare's shield strikes her square in the face with enough force to knock the girl completely off her feet in a cloud of dust. Her sleeve-glove, stunned, also releases her sink. Seconds after hitting the arena floor, the sink-pipe weapon lands on top of her with a loud "Whoof--!"

    After a moment, Mako hauls her weapon off herself and sits up, rubbing a bright red line across the center of her face where the shield hit. Slamming her sink down, she uses it to haul herself up to her feet again, battered and missing a sleeve, bleeding here and there, and still smiling that cheerful smile. With a tossing motion, she discards her bat, and her sleeve curls back to drop the sink behind herself. Lifting up her now-empty hands, Mako smacks her fist into her palm, her knuckles making an exaggerated popping sound. Her neck rolls as well, popping at either extreme.

    Quite suddenly, her heels dig in, hurling up chips of stone as the girl dashes in that close distance, leading with her bare fist for the grille of the Knightmare's helmet. This blow never actually connects. It's her right hand, bearing the scratched up star-pattern knuckleduster, that she actually swings in with. Aimed at the center of the Knightmare's chest, Mako throws all of her might into a single punch. The Two-Star Uniform's boosts to her strength causes it to hurl out a blast of wind in all directions.

    And regardless of if she actually lands a solid blow, the side of the stadium itself craters inward, forming a perfect impression of her name, surrounded by the distinctive star pattern.
Twilight Sparkle      "This match looks so close! I can't tell if either combatant has the advantage!" Twilight Sparkle exclaims excitedly as she watches the match."The Black Knightmare seems really steamed up now, but still attacks with the cold intensity that we've come to expect from him! And this time, he uses his shield as a discus aimed right at Mako's head!" Twilight winces heavily as that heavy shield impacts powerfully. "Even a pony would have a squished in face by an impact like that! But, Mako shows her endurance again. Even with a smash like that, she keeps coming! And she throws a very powerful-looking punch right at the Black Knightmare's chest! It looks like a solid hit!"
Amalthea     No matter how many times these two batter each other, strike one another down, and pummel one another viciously, it has been a crowd-aweing display of sheer grit and determination on both sides.

    But sooner or later one is going to have to give.

    The Black Knightmare is rapidly hitting that point, yet they still refuse to topple. Even after eating that blow full on to the face. Though fist doesn't connect, the shockwave is monstrous. And for a moment. For a long, breath-halting moment, the black armored figure remains as still as a statue, silent as a tomb save for the his of steam. Their arm drops. The blade clattering from fingers as a shivering rattle as gauntled-shod fingers curl into a fist.

    Slowly the knightmare reels arm back.

    It has come to this. A simple back and forth exchange until someone falls, their whole body groans in protest as they heave. There's nothing flashy, no intense shockwave of force. Just a left hook full of old, tired, violence.
Mako Mankanshoku     This kind of close-in brawling is exactly where Mako is at her strongest, as the Knightmare has learned time and again throughout their fight. Now is a perfect example, the girl doubling back a half-step while that spiked gauntlet whiffs through the air, tearing at her uniform but failing to find purchase on the body within. Her backstep ends with a slam, as Mako smashes her foot into the arena floor and causes a spiderweb of cracks to shoot across the remaining tiles that form the center of the combat ring.

    Injured and battered, bleeding in places, Mako is still filled with boundless energy, ducking back on her back leg briefly. Her remaining sleeve swings back, balling into a fist. Throwing her shoulder into it, the Fight Club President hauls herself up into a standing position right in the Knightmare's face, delivering an uppercut with both her regular fist as well as her sleeve, with all the controlled force of a car accident, "Heeeey~!"
Amalthea     How can anyone have so much energy? For all the tenacious menace within the Knightmare, Mako outpaces it, still full of life and vibrant. The Knightmare is too slow in reaction, and when Mako so deftly evades that swing and comes in from beneath in that double uppercut, tha whole armored body jerks.

    To the Knightmare's credit... They land on their feet, a good teen feet back. And stay that way, unmoving for a good long moment. Before one last groan of tortured armor signals the start of the slow backwards topple that ends in a heavy unconcious clatter.
Twilight Sparkle      "They are both on their last legs now! The Black Knightmare throws a punch, but Mako shows why she is the Fight Club President with an acrobatic arching maneuver that renders the powerful blow nearly harmless! Then she comes back in with a...double uppercut! Using that strange sleeve-arm of hers with that oversized glove fist as well as her normal fist!" Twilight is quiet for a long moment as Knightmare stands there, unmoving. "It...looks like Knightmare is still standing, but..." Then, there is the clatter of metal hitting the ground. "Oh! It looks like Knightmare is down! That makes Mako the winner! Congratulations Mako!!"
Mako Mankanshoku     When the Knightmare lands on his feet, Mako keeps her fists and sleeve readied for the onslaught to come, determination written across her face. The creaking noise gets her to relax a little, and as the Knightmare topples over in defeat, Mako's posture straightens. It's only after the announcer declares victory that the girl seems to get it, clapping her hands, "Ah, what a good fight! Mister Knightmare, you're very strong, I hope we can fight again someday!" And then the girl... sits down where she stands, her legs dangling off the edge of the central ring. Reaching up, she tugs out the top of her uniform and reaches in with the other, hauling out a bento that has no business being there, "Man, though, I'm beat..! Time for lunch!" It's set in her lap and the lid removed. The top layer of the box is also removed, handled by her sleeve-hand which places it near the unconscious Black Knightmare.

    "Eat up when you wake up! Mom's Croquettes are the best when you're exhausted and hurt!"