PLOT: ROUND 1 Alfonzo VS Arcan

As soon as the announcer stopped talking, Arcan pulled his gun out and fired at Alphonzo's head, keeping his vest zipped up and his eyes on his opponent.

He watched to see which way Alphonzo would dodge the first shot or if he would even dodge it at all. If Al did dodge, he would fire in a way that Alphonzo would ram right into the bullet, provided his reflexes weren't split-second. Otherwise, Arcan would simply shoot at him again where he stood.

Arcan also expected Alphonzo to attack him as well, possibly as part of his possible dodge. Arcan would wait to see what kind of attack it would be, then react accordingly. Whatever the case, Arcan was ready for the fight.

Arcan walked forward toward Alphonzo, ignoring the meaningless banter. Refusing to reply back, he shot two more shots, one at the head and another at the chest. He walked until he was about 30ft. away from his opponent, body tensed and ready to spring into movement at the slightest twitch of movement from the enemy.

//Great. I'm fighting one of THOSE types of people. The kind that don't shut up.// As he got closer, however, the Model W in his chest began to resonate a little bit. //Just my luck, too. It's a moron with a BIOMETAL. Uhg. Well, at least I'll get to see a megaman in action.//

Still remaining silent and unfazed, Arcan fired more shots at Alphonzo to get him to do something. He wasn't quite sure what to expect though; he'd never fought a Mega Man before. Still that big sword gave away a lot of information to Arcan, even if it was only speculation. Still, Alphonzo would be able to tell that Arcan looked surprised.

As soon as he saw his opponent transform into that, however, Arcan began analyzing what was in front of him.
//Omega? That's his biometal? I must be the luckiest man in the world... Still, big sword. He's probably a heavy hitter, and judging from his appearance he doesn't look too fast, either, so I doubt he'd be doing combos with that giant blade of his. He'll probably only be able to swing once with it, but it would be hard swing that would probably put me in a bad position. That armor looks pretty thick too, I don't know how well my normal gun will do against that. If worst comes to worst, I'm going to have to out-dodge him in melee and hope I hit a couple weak spots to take him out of commission.

Still, there's no way in HELL I am transforming on the first round. I have dignity, dammit.//

Arcan seemed to be even more annoyed when Alphonzo blocked the shots with his sword. Still, he kept up the fire in order to pressure his opponent to make a move. If Alphonzo still didn't do anything after a couple seconds, Arcan would cease firing and see what move he would make, body tense and ready to react.

//And of course, big sword also means improvised shield, and I can't make charged shots. I really need to get this damn thing modified... Oh well. Let's see what he does next.//

The second Arcan stopped firing though, Alphonzo dashed right at him, big sword raised and everything. Acting purely on instinct and years of reflex, Arcan himself dashed to the side so that the blade would pass harmlessly away from him, which would make it slightly harder for Alphonzo to chain his swing into a second attack due to needing to cancel the force of his original attack and perform a backslash to hit Arcan.

His move didn't end there, either. Arcan reached out to grab Alphonzo by the hair in order to pull his head back, while simultaneously bringing up his pistol for a point-blank headshot from the side. If successful, Alphonzo would have a nasty date with several energy bullets with the side of his face.

Still on his toes and ready to dash again on the fly, Arcan's all-around vision helped him to keep an eye on his opponent's stance and sword arm. If Alphonzo attempted a reaction, Arcan would know it and react to that accordingly.

Arcan honestly did NOT expect a charged shot to come out of the guy's face. Since his body was trained to react to bright, glowy things with as much speed as possible, Arcan managed to evade the brunt of the blast. His hand and the gun it was holding, however, did not.

Dashing backwards with Alphonzo to keep the melee pressure on him, Arcan noticed that his gun was gone; nothing but soot and ash on his hand, which was almost stripped of it's normal covering, revealing the structure underneath.

"...Your @$$ is MINE, punk."

Using his damaged hand to try and grab some part of Alphonzo's upper body, whether it be a shoulder, arm, or preferably, the scruff of his collar. If he managed to land the grab, it would give him a little more leverage on his next move, but the close proximity of the two fighter still gave Arcan's next move a good chance of landing.

Whether he managed to grab or not, Arcan dashed right into Alphonzo while aiming a punch with his good arm stright at his opponent's already-damaged face, while simultaneously driving a dash-propelled knee at the soft part of the abdomen right under the sternum, where all the mushy parts are.

Hopefully the knee attack would at least stagger his opponent if it landed, giving Arcan just enough time to chain Alphonzo into a world of hurt. Either way, Al had two attack coming at him from two angles, and if Arcan's earlier suspicions about Al's speed were correct, his dash wouldn't recover in time to make the getaway needed to avoid the attack entirely.

//Okay. So this guy can shoot f*cking LASERS out of his face. Just great. Is he going to start farting rainbows too?//

Despite the large, clawed hand that Alphonzo raised, Arcan pressed the attack relentlessly. He continued his dash right into Alphonzo, plowing right into Alphonzo at the exact moment Al fired into Arcan, creating a type of cross-counter effect; Arcan took a heavy hit by Alphonzo's attack, but that practically guaranteed that Alphonzo would also be hit by Arcan's attack.

Wasting no time, Arcan drove a dash-driven knee right at Alphonzo's gut to try and stagger him or get him on the ground while punching at his face with his undamaged arm for extra damage, in addition to trying to crack his visor to mess up his vision. Arcan's punch was also amplified by the extra acceleration by his dash, so it would hurt even harder if it did hit.

With the aftermath of the attacks, Arcan stayed put as Alphonzo jumped backwards and drew his sword. While keeping a close eye on his enemy, Arcan inspected his own wounds. His vest was partially burnt away, as were his pants, revealing the singed black reploid jumpsuit that he wore, along with the bottom half of the Model W in his chest. To careful onlookers his body still bore the resemblance of an older reploid model, with his legs looking less organic than a modern reploid's legs. The leg below the knee cut off into a golden shin-guard, which led into his foot-boot, similar to a Neo Arcadian-era reploid.

//Dammit! He got another lucky shot on me! I must be losing my touch at this... My whole body has taken a nasty hit, but I can still fight. I won't be able to take much more though. One or two more of those shots and I might be down for the count in this tournament... I'm STILL not transforming though! It's too soon for me to reveal my Armed Phenomenon...//

After assessing his wounds, Arcan considered answering Alphonzo's question, he saw the lights on his chest go off. //Shit! He's charging!// He thought to himself, jumping to conclusions. He zig-zag dashed for Alphonzo like a madman, trying to throw off his opponent's aim if he intended to shoot him. When he reached Alphonzo, he put his split-second plan into action.

Arcan first motioned to grab Alphonzo's sword arm to try and prevent him from using it, or at least render it ineffective. Even if he missed, Arcan still jumped off the ground, but oriented his body to be sideways while reaching out to grab Alph's arm shoulder with his remaining free hand. If he succeeded with that, he would kick at Alphonzo with both legs: one going to the head, and the other to the side of his body. //Wow. This is a really stupid move on my part. Why am I doing this again? He could easily cut me in half if I missed grabbing his sword arm...//