Scrap Metal Cemetery

[Gyzmo Gadjiltron]

It has been a heavy time for people, dealing with constant crisis and liquidating junk from all throughout the lands.

The destination of this isolated place that harbors nothing but trash and junk, a multiple variety of metallic objects just scattered around, mostly consisting parts of airplanes, obsolete vehicles, unusable machinery, and destroyed engines. Just everything laying all throughout the junkyard.

A lone person walked towards the fields of the metal grave, he felt the sorrow of how a faithful tool was just tossed aside like trash. He continued to walk climbing up towards a stairway made out of scrap metal, reaching the top of a annihilated tractor. The male picked up of what seemed to be a engine battery which seemed to have some battery fluid left.

"This seems promising.." Whispered the young male as he placed it in his backpack that he had strapped on over his shoulders, then looked around the whole field were the equal size of four football fields put together, but the Earth being hidden by a surface of broken knickknacks and doohickeys.

[Golem Girl]

The earth speaks, for those who are willing to listen.

The hums and vibrations beneath Angela’s feet meant just as much to her as the sights and sounds seen by her eyes. The earth was very much a living thing, she knew. Quite frequently it did not appreciate being tampered with, but every Earth mage had to develop something of a working relationship with it.

One of the first things an earth wizard learned was all the different kinds of earth. Desert sand, pea sand, beach sand, igneous, sedimentary, silt…it was very important to know them all. The earth she was standing on now was…

Weird.

That was almost certainly what it was: weirdearth, soil that had been exposed to too much magical energy by far. All earth was living, she knew that, but the weirdearth was…different. Strange. It was sentient in a way normal earth was not, more like a great, slow-thinking tortoise than part of the geography.

Hmmmm.

Angela Battersby looked up at the great building before her. The sandstone ramparts stretched up to the sky, and were dotted only occasionally by small glassless windows. It clearly of the Bigger is Better School of Architecture, whereby, the architect assumes, if you make it bigger, it will be…better. In this case, she didn’t know if that was true, but it was certainly intimidating. It was the Citadel, famous across the entire world for its battle arenas of mindless violence and senseless brutality.

Sounded like fun.

She shoved her way through the crowd milling about the entrance and towards to door. She was here for two purposes. One, to satisfy her curiosity as to what this place meant. Two, to improve her skills in battle.

It was now years since she had been exiled from her home in the desert of Fallien for practicing magic. She was no longer a child. Time to prove that fact, not to anyone else in particular, but to herself.

Inside the building, brown robed monks walked back and forth, guiding combatants to their appropriate locations. There was a big hairy barbarian with an axe, a handful of hobgoblins…and was that a bear walking on its hind two legs? Maybe she was out of her league.

“Excuse me, miss,” one of the monks said, “But I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“Is that so?” Angela said, crossing her arms. “Because I think the hammer on my back says I came here to fight.”

The monk laughed. “But, you’re just a little girl.”

Angela felt the blood rush to her face in rage. “Yeah, and I can and could kick your ass. I came here from a continent away, and underwent Dei knows many hardships to get here, so let me in or I’ll tie your tongue to your shoelaces. Understand?”

The monk blinked, and then grinned wildly. “Never should have doubted you for a second, miss. Just take a left and then the third door on the right. That’s the multidimensional cross-universe Rosen-bridge generator, should take you right where you need to go. Enjoy!”

Angela thought about this for a second, and decided that it was probably best if she pretended to understand what he said. She nodded and grinned. “Thank you very much, sir,” she said, and she took the corridor on the left.

The first door in the corridor was a very impressive wooden one with carvings of a great hero of Savar in battle with a sea serpent. The second door was stone and engraved with arcane symbols. Both radiated power. The third door was small, plain, and had a brass doorknob. That was really all that could be said for it.

She sighed. Had the monk taken her for a fool? She’d kick his ass if he had, powerful-mysterious-cult-thing or no. Still, there was only one way to find out.

She opened the door and stepped inside. There was a moment of disorientation that could best be described as smelling purple, hearing avocado, and seeing a high C, and then she was…

Where was she? She took a long moment to survey her surroundings. There were piles of garbage everywhere, unlike anything she had ever seen. More twisted and corrupted metal than she had seen in her entire life lay in enormous heaps. Most of the objects weren’t even ones she recognized. Could this be home to some strange, metallic civilization? A city of tiny metal-munchers? She peered into the piles suspiciously but saw no movement.

What kind of a battle arena was this?

She felt the earth beneath her feet and it was…strange. Wrong. Alien. Experimentally, she sent a single small pulse of magic into the ground beneath her through her feet.

The response was immediate and hostile. The earth rose up beneath her feet and launched her into the air a good two feet. A rock flew up and hit her in the shoulderblade.

She grunted, more in shock than anything else. The very earth was hostile here? Well, she would have to tame it if she wanted to win any sort of battle.

She retaliated with another burst of magic through her feet, this one much stronger. The earth responded by rippling the ground beneath her, attempting to knock her off her feet, but this time she was ready. She jumped and dodged, maintaining her footing despite the best efforts of the ground to knock her over in retaliation. Finally, tired of the conflict, she hummed a few low notes of earthsong and sent them through her feet. It was a complex language of vibrations and movements, known only by the rocks and earth mages and golemancers. What she said carried many layered textures of meaning, but it could best be approximated in Tradespeak as ‘If you do that again, I’ll slap the shugd out of your gurft, take your traxly and shove it right up your own ears, and I’m not sure if that’s anatomically possible but you’ll sure have a hard time walking again, now do we understand eachother?’

It’s not a perfect translation.

The earth was silent for a long moment, and then it sent up a soft, friendlier vibration. Angie wasn’t sure she could expect it to be completely obedient, but this was better than outright rebellion.

It is a well known fact that most things in the multiverse, including rocks, respond well to two things: love, and threats of violence. The second is usually a lot easier to achieve.

This understanding achieved, Angela began to wander across the metal graveyard. That was, she decided, probably what it was. These metal creatures, some large, and some small, wheeled themselves here to die. Very tragic. This was an arena also though, so there must be an opponent. Somewhere.

After about ten minutes of searching, when she was about to give up, she saw the first sign of movement. There was some sort of movement on top of one of the nearby piles. She rushed to that area, and found the first living being she’d seen since coming to this place. He had to be the enemy.

He was just a boy, though! Taller than her, tanned and apparently fit, but still. For some reason he was wearing two pieces of glass over his eyes; this was odd. They didn’t look like proper goggles.

Speaking of which…Angela reached up to her own hat and pulled her goggles over her eyes. She grinned. This was more like it. Boy or no, she was not going to lose this fight.

“Hey! Sucker!” she shouted, continuing the proud tradition of those two words that have started countless fights across the multiverse. “Duck!”

Angela stomped with one foot and hummed the appropriate tone. A small rock the size of her fist flew out of the earth and at her opponent’s head. Ah, it felt good to have the earth obey her will as it should. She grinned toothily, and slightly unpleasantly.

Well, she did give him a chance to duck.

[Gyzmo Gadjiltron]

"... La de de da do da do de daaa.." Gyzmo hummed as he messed around with the technology in his palms, he enjoyed his time in this scrap yard. The Citadel truly outdid themselves, he felt so synchronized with the vast variety of metals. He fixed his glasses a little to decipher what codes contained against several robotic parts, and machinery tools.

He was enjoying his moment of peace as it lasted. But everyone should know that not all good things last forever, he blinked slightly and turned his head around to the lower level of the metallic graveyard spotting a red headed female, he gave out a irritated sigh as he tilted his head towards her, she sounded cocky.

"Well, it was good while it lasted..." He whispered and dumped all the gears and gizmo into the pile of trash, then he watched her hum and stomp, he blinked how interesting this female was fighting him. But once he spotted the gravel underneath her form into a projectile weapon, he theorized that she must have some sort of Earth charm and could manipulate it.

Gyzmo watched the Earth fly towards him, but he did not bother to follow her instructions of ducking down to avoid it, instead he commanded one of his tentacles to just smack it out of his way. Which slithered out in a extreme speed that smacked it with it's head, which was the shape of a pyramid. The small sized Earth crashed into a pile of junk that caused it to fall apart and camouflage the ground with metal.

After he heard the gravel bounce off from the metallic serpent he moved it away from his face to watch the female, he spotted the large hammer on her back and chuckled. He didn't like calling female's weak since some he encountered are really quite strong, and this girl takes the cake. He wasn't going to stereotype her, he was just going to test her attitude first. "Pretty good, pretty good." He blurted it out, now feeling a excitement inside his body.

The boy looked at her then scratched his slightly, he was kind of curious of she can carry such a large weapon but decided not to ask out loud. 'Man that thing is huge, wonder how she can carry it...?' Gyzmo mused then he shrugged and summoned the rest of his tentacles about three more came out, now all of them exposed. They all resembled each other, then soon they released their claws from the pyramid formation now having three equally sized sharp thick claws.

The massive serpents were clashing each others claws against each other to warm up their body and prep themselves. Gyzmo watched her then knew he now had his move, he stopped the tentacles from their warm-ups and grinned slightly. Each tentacle had a roman number in their core heads, which was glowing ruby red, 'I, II, III, IV.' Each one had a mind of their owns, equipped with human instincts and intelligence they were really a sight to see, and experiments of science.

Gyzmo placed his arms down, the tentacles were mimicking him as well they were all down, each were about 12 feet long and had extraordinary metallic coating which shined from the pale sun in the sky above, he then flexed his fingers and grasping at the air. The tentacles once again mirrored him, they each grabbed a pile of junk metal then held it above his head as he did too. Gyzmo then began to rotate his hands like he was holding a sphere object, the tentacles pushed each others metal against one another combining into one large scrap metal sphere, he then slammed his arms down towards the female, the serpents following his movements as they tossed the large junk sphere down towards the foe.

Gyzmo then took no time to waste lily gagging and jumped down from the pile of trash he was originally on now down in her level, he then awaited for her response as the tentacles began to build up electrical energy from within their bodies, which illuminated from their claws as each formed a triangular shaped electric silhouette. "Let's see what you got." Gyzmo mumbled as he rested on one knee, and had an arm resting over it, his other leg in a 90 degree angle as he relaxed and waited for the tentacles to charge up an electrical energy.

[Golem Girl]

Angela watched the strange boy deflect her projectile easily with…some sort of tentacle? She stood, mouth open, as four metallic arms slid out from the boy’s body to a length almost twice his height. He looked like some kind of strange squid, or spider. Disgusting. She’d never seen magic like this in her life, and wasn’t quite sure how to react. It all felt so alien. The whole place felt alien and uncomfortable, and she just wanted to leave.

Before she could leave, she would have to go through this boy. No way back. Only way to look was forward

The tentacle-arms started grabbing at the junk around him. There wasn’t any time to try and understand the boy’s alien magic; all she could do was fight back with her own. Immediately she started singing under her breath. The earth vibrated beneath her feet in response, and she felt into it with her mind. It was still not her friend, but it would be obedient. Good. The rocks ought to know their master.

The tentacles appeared to be compacting junk into some sort of projectile or weapon. She would need to defend herself.

With one swoop of her arm the earth beneath her rose up in the form of a shield, about one foot wide. It was small, true, but she could manipulate it with her mind quickly and accurately, giving her a strong advantage over someone who had to hold a shield. The ground in the desert was dry and rocky, and so the shield was formed mostly from gravel. That was good, it meant it could absorb blows and be damaged but still useful. A shield made of sand would just collapse after one or two hits.

Just in time, too. The boy hurled a compact ball of junk at her head. Angela flicked her wrist and the shield collided with the projectile, knocking it harmlessly out of the way. A few pieces of gravel fell off the shield, but it was otherwise undamaged. She chuckled.

“Is that it, then?” she shouted, taunting her opponent. “Throwing garbage around, octopus-man? I think you ought to be able to do better than that, Mr. Alien.”

With her foot she started to draw a circle around herself, in preparation for the spell she would try to cast when she got her energy back from the creation of the shield. She wasn’t tired out yet, but certainly best to conserve her energy.

She had a feeling this was going to be a nice, long fight.

[Gyzmo Gadjiltron]

"Octopus-man? Mr. Alien..? What? I'm human just like you..." He said out loud he didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or insult so he just chuckled a bit, then scratched his head a bit, he predicted she would make a shield but out of gravel, that was extraordinary and caught his attention, he had to find a way to stop her from manipulating the Earth so he could take her out. He began to plan a idea of how to bring her down.

As the tentacles were all building up a electrical energy, 'I' was not charging, instead Gyzmo commanded him to separate from his body which he really hated to do but it would work well, the wires inside his spinal cord disconnected and separated from his body he held in a urge to scream out the pain, but just bit his lower lip. He clenched the ground a bit and sighed silently.

"Okay, I, just go underneath and watch her closely make sure she does not see you, and keep your body low.. Find a way to stop her from manipulating the Earth.. Okay?" He whispered silently, the tentacle slithered out from his backpack and formed it's head into a pyramid now drilling it's way down into the Earth, nodding slightly it had agreed from the very beginning. He nodded back at his faithful serpent then groaned blood began to slither out from his back, now soiling the Earth.

Gyzmo glanced at the female then stood up, then he raised his arms he then sighed and grasped the air slightly, the tree tentacles moved to the front now being in front of Gyzmo, the tentacles had built up a strong electrical current that had formed into a triangle formation. He then sighed and pushed his hands forward, the tentacles mimicking him once again as they pushed a large triangle shaped electric energy, it traveled slowly as it spun around in the air now forming a pyramid shape. It reached at least a height of truck that was in the junk that equaled it's size. It traveled at least 1 m/s.

Gyzmo sighed as he relaxed his arms, the tentacles doing the same as he caught his breath. It was a bad idea in doing that. He wasted a good amount of electric energy for that, Gyzmo shook his mind a bit, then commanded the tentacles to skewer the ground, which they did and began to send their leftover charged energy into the Earth which traveled through the ground towards his opponent which sprang out from some pipes nearby his opponent, that formed into electrical orbs that contained enough spark to paralyze her movements for a little while.

"Alright brat! Let's have some fun then! Shockingly fun!" He smiled a bit, but then frowned. That was a horrible pun!

[Gyzmo Gadjiltron]

this battle has come to an end, due to poor posting speed golem girl has been disqualified from the battle.