Unknown_Unit Andrew stood near the cliff edge, facing the bluish green ocean. He was tall for a human, roughly six foot in height, one hundred and eighty some pounds, mostly muscle, and clad in casual clothing. He would appear to be an average human, but he was far from such accusations. Andrew turned around, knowing his opponent would arrive, and not wanting to be caught off guard, he decided to activate his armor now. He took several deep breaths before opening his blue eyes and mumbling the word "Guyver.." At that moment, his telepathy growths sent a telecommunication link across the dimensional barrier to his Booster armor. At that moment a bubble of gravity emitted around him, rejecting everything withinside that could interfere with the transformation, even the dirt below his feet was formed<c
Unknown_Unit c> into a crater outlining the 'bubble'. The Gravity controller then opened a trans-dimensional link from it's plane of existence, and through the wormhole came the Gravity orb itself, which immediately attached itself to his waist. Once the orb was secure, the rest of the armor proceeded through the parallel tunnel. Black tendrils wrapped about his entire body, strong as steel and flexible as rubber. Over the black rope was placed the armor itself, crimson red in color, latching on to his forearms, biceps, legs, head, shoulders, and chest. Within the chest plate activated armored organs, and his own lungs and heart seized there functions, being replaced with the superior lungs and heart of the Guyver armor. The control medallion flashed, connecting to his brain, and beginning the complex <c>
Unknown_Unit: <c> functions of the symbiotic armor. The gravity field dissipated, and his armored feet touched the dirt below. His two sensory orbs now gave him a full three dimensional spectrum of the surrounding fifty feet, he could 'sense' the matter like a radar, hear every tiny sound like a sonar, and all moving matter could be felt. White gas blew out of the two exhaust ports on his mask, and ATP energy began to charge in his Enhancement orbs. His emerald eyes patrolled the area, awaiting his opponent.<e>


The Black Warrior: *The Yautja Ancient known as Dachande, or 'Different Knife' had always dreamed of a the pure challenge. where he could test his skills to the very limit, the very meaning of True Glory. And he had done so, countless times over the millennia, even killing a Queen in single combat, a legend even among the strongest of his peoples. And as befitting a warrior of such caste, Dachande is given certain privileges, like his own ship...<C>*
The Black Warrior: *The bullet shaped entry pod, accelerating due to the Earths own gravity, comes into sensor range as well as visual range in a blast of atmospheric flames. Trajectory having already been pre-coursed by the AI semi-sentient life of the ship, Dachande need not worry about where he would fall, because he knew exactly where he would land, and even as he glances at the lenses in his bio-helmet which are patched into the ship, he gives himself a low growl of satisfaction. There he is...<C>*
The Black Warrior: *The pod lands with the precision of a surgical laser, exactly fifty feet in front of the Guyver, drilling through the surface dirt and sending up a rain of debris for five hundred yards. The still smoking craft, which moments before had no obvious seam or hinge, now lets the door be visible, alien atmospheric gasses hissing from the now widening opening, and then, the clawed hand of the Yautja is visible, with hardly any effort shoving the door open with such force that it smashes into the dirt, and Dachande emerges.<C>*
The Black Warrior: *With a reptilian show of grace, the seven and a half foot behemoth launches himself from the personal pod, already fully armed and armored. The ceremonial armor that Dachande wears is the epitome of all Yautja technology, the metal found in the core of an asteroid, the strongest in the known universe, polished and shined to a high reflective surface. A single jewel rests between the chest plates, a sign of his rank. The knee pads are of the same metal, the sheaths of spare knife and combi stick apparent on both. Dachande lands just ten feet from the Guyver, and with a cry that can be heard for miles, the Yautja gives the battle cry for all his race. The Kiss of Midnight.<C>*
The Black Warrior: *As he now openly stares at the Guyver in a show of aggression, the dual shoulder mounted plasma casters move in unison with the helmet, their use now apparent. The Tri Beam laser sight is now directly on the chest of the Guyver, the next move now his...<E>*

Unknown_Unit . o O ( ah damn.. )

Unknown_Unit He could sense something amiss about the whole situation, and the source of the misconception become all but apparent to him. Spotting a small fireball in the sky, moving at sonic speeds, a meteor, perhaps? But it became even more clear to him that this was his adversary as he saw its descend, coming right for him. He stepped back a bit, already at the edge of the cliff, so he bent his knees, in a universal ready stance, as he watched the approaching jump pod. Once it landed some hundred feet away, he eased his body, and observed as it came to a perfect stop not far from his location. It was now within sensing range, and he could almost see the Predator within the pod due to his sensory orbs. He took a step forward, away from the cliff, and the Yautja warrior stepped out. It hadn't <c>
Unknown_Unit <c> been the first time he'd seen one of those creatures, but it was the first he'd ever fought one. He knew so little about the Yautja race itself, and that would give him a disadvantage, assuming that other aliens capable of interstellar travel had knowledge of the Guyver and its functions. He'd have to be carefully, he knew that about every battle, but this one he had to face the very real possibility that he may lose. Andrew was amazed at all the weaponry the hunter carried on him. He stepped forward, tilting his head lightly once the targeting laser highlighted over his armor. "Guess we'll cut to the chase, huh?" His voice was synchronized, it had his tone but it sounded like that of a robots. He bent his knees again slightly, and activated the power amplifiers on his caths, and jumped,
Unknown_Unit <c> himself fifty feet into the air with the most ease, soaring over the Yautja, now coming down at slightly faster rate with the assistance of the Gravity Orb. He landed in a slight crouch right behind the yautja, and didn’t bother to wait a millisecond, he swiftly turned a hundred and eighty degrees, once again, using his power amplifiers, but this time on his forearms, snapping his left fist at the Yautja's figure.<e>

The Black Warrior: *Instead of just ending it by a depression of his lower left mandible, which is to say triggering the plasma casters mounted on each shoulder and putting two balls of energy into his chest, the Yautja lets this worthy adversary before him jump, and with the three hundred and sixty degree video recording/playback system build into his Bio-Helmet, even though he does not turn, Dachande watches both the ascent and descent of the Guyver, right down to the landing, grace and flow worthy of a Yautja. <C>*
The Black Warrior: *A low growl of satisfaction rumbles deep from his chest even as he is moving, his right leg lifting off the ground, ejection trigger in the combi stick holster triggering with the touch of a mandible, and with a sure movement born of practice and combat centuries old, the clawed hand grasping the one meter long metal pole, aiming it directly level with the Guyver, point first, instantly triggering the telescopic controls in the shaft, the ends shooting out with the electric charge at the core of the weapon, each end shooting out to double bladed spear heads, and the core of the weapon giving each spear tip a two hundred thousand kilojoules charge, made of the same material as his armor, which is to say, the strongest material that can be found. <E>*

Unknown_Unit His left hand thrusted out but to no good end as the Yautja had dodged, seemingly like it was watching him the whole time. Although his punch was avoided, he let his left hook swing all the way through and instead of stopping the punch, he followed it with the rest of his body, now spinning, slightly to the left of his original position. Thanks to this quick maneuver, he had hardly managed to dodged the spear heads. Once again, he didn’t stop, and keeping his movements fluid, he spun roughly twice before placing an armored foot down against the grassy ground, and with his other leg( his right leg), he raised it into the air, and with the momentum of his semi-dodge, he let his right leg continue to swing right towards the Yautja's own legs.<e>

The Black Warrior: *With the extension of the Combi Stick, Dachande had expected to watch it shoot through the chest of his opponent, but as he watches it spin out of the way, he decides to get a distance between them, in one powerful flex of his legs launching himself fifteen feet into the air, doing round off type maneuver. His body moving through the air as if he were as comfortable upside down as standing, and in one heave of strength, even as the Guyver goes to kick where he was just a moment before, he hurtles the Combi stick with all his tremendous might.<C>*
The Black Warrior: *The thing about Combi-Sticks, they are made for just that. When thrown, the Combi-Stick will hold a 99% accuracy for up to a thousand yards, and since Dachande is no novice when it comes to the use of one, the now javelin flies at an incredible rate of speed, electrified tips shimmering with blue lightning.<E>*

Unknown_Unit His leg swung swiftly, but once again, the Yautja some how managed to avoid the powerful blow. His right sensory orb squirmed uneasily, taking a split-second to fix back onto the target, and the left one soon got into it's position as well, once again working in sync with one another. Andrew soon learned that a split second was all that this creature needed to turn another one of his attacks into a counter attack, before he even finished swinging his leg, the Combi staff was in bound directly at his chest, and in his current position, he wouldn't be able to dodge. The Control medallion knew this, but refused to let it's host and more importantly, it's armor, come to harm, so it instantly sent a neural command to his Enhancement orbs(one of my modifications) behind either of his legs. <c>
Unknown_Unit: :<c> The enhancement orbs were strategically placed behind his ankles and caths, so that his legs would get the effects the fastest, and they did. A small pin inside the orb penetrated his skin, injecting a mixture of glucose and amine catecholamine into his blood stream, thanks to the effect of his armored heart, it spread through his body infinity faster than it would with his own heart. In addition the chemical enhancement to the host, the 'hyper' orbs integrated stored adenine triphosphate molecules into his armor. In a matter of milliseconds, his armor became a hundred and fifty three percent more effective in every way, and his control medallion flared, and time seemed to slow down to him. The Combi stick was upon him, closing in at inches from his body. His left, foothold leg <c>
Unknown_Unit <c> pushed off the dirt ground, with the assistance of the Gravity gyros on each side of his hip, he gained altitude tremendously fast. His body continued to spin from his kick and leaned due to the increased air pressure under him, this time, he managed to dodge the object with time to spare, and he didn’t put it to waste, his altitude was still rising, and his body was coming to a halt.<e>

The Black Warrior Dachande comes to a landing, spinning out in the air from the momentum of the throw before coming once again to land in a ninja like crouch, his head looking at the ground while he is studying the playback recordings inside his Bio Helmet. How...this thing moves faster every moment. With a roar, Dachande rears back, his dreadlocks swaying in their wire casings, as he lets loose another war cry, this time in actual English. Yes, for Dachande was one of the very, very few of the Yautja race to actually learn the Ooman language, having the need to fill his existence up when challenge lost it's flair. So he had stalked a tribe for neigh a year with a recorder, watching them, learning their speech. And it had come in handy, let me tell you... "Time to die!!!"<C>*
The Black Warrior The voice is not his own, in fact it is the exact imitation of an Ooman Chief, but the intention is very clear. Kill or be killed. The same motto as the Kiss of Midnight. And even as he screams this at the Guyver, his left hand is moving, reaching back behind him into another weapon holster, this one housing round metal disc, clawed hands sliding into the finger holes even as he is bringing his arm back around, hurtling the disc as if it were an Olympic discus. But oh, how much more it is...<C>*
The Black Warrior The Smart Disc blades extend with the force of the throw, exactly what they are supposed to do. Moving at literally faster than the eye can see (human eye, which is to say, pretty fast) the disc blades slice though the air, the internal core acting just like a Combi Stick, creating a disruptive field around it, making it able to slice through almost any substance. Another fact about the disc, it has a computer chip inside it, making it also linked to the Bio-Helmet. The disc zings on by the airborne Guyver, missing neigh inches from the neck, traveling over 50 feet past him before it's true intention can be realized, and by that time, it would probably be too late.<C>*
The Black Warrior The disc pulls into a tight arc, making a one hundred and eighty degree turn in the space of less than a millisecond, alien technology working in perfect unison as Dachande fires his plasma casters, the Smart Disc making a boomerang effect, coming back around at the neck of the Guyver. Moving at much faster than sound speeds, this causes the Guyver to be stuck, as an old saying goes..."Out of the plasma fire...and into the throwing disc..." Heh. <E>*