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ramotith enters


Hyper_Muscle_Ramotith a big ass ugly ape walks into the tavern, nothing more than what he has described himself.. he is known as a ramotith, pronounced as though a block of cheese, his height of a bout 6.5 allows him to look over the heads of most, if he ever stood upright.. his back transfixed within a stance of hunch,. His ruby red eyes linger out from below a thick brow of fur.. shadows playing about in his face, as partial droplets of drool linger from his chin.. a spec here and there plummeting to the ground far below.


ramotith the horrid beast smashes down the door with ease as it shrieks in its horrid rage. The fiend could be described as a deformed gorilla from Hades itself. yet the romotith doesn’t care nor does it desire mercy. Indeed the ramotith has gone berserk as the enhanced beast shuffles past the obliterated door, its bat like head sporting a horrid maw, his dark features even now seeming to hold rage.. as well as hatred as its darkened eyes look about, sensing another like it.. and not being too happy.
ramotith says, RâMøtïTh....Î ñó £ìkë...®ãMótïth...


ronin_guyver Contained within realms that are somewhat unknown, a distant figure seems to come alive threw another plane of existence while calling out... Resting within lost catacombs, its body lay motionless within silk... A single breath is expelled from his dry lips, moisture lacking within the seclusion of his dreams... Waking, he raises to his seat, a smile creeps on his face as he is awoken to the light just adjacent to his room…
Ronin_Guyver His pale hands seem to move close to the handle below his knee, grasping it, he pushes with his shoulder and wrist.. A door opens while his free hand rushes into his pockets to gain his sunglasses.. Setting one foot out of what seems to me a vehicle, he slowly exits while proceeding to the tavern.. Entering, a smile creeps on his face as he looks to the crowed.. A faint glimmer of light hits the tip of his lenses as he catches a glimpse of the small crowed…


Hyper_Muscle_Ramotith pause within stance, panting harsh breaths of gaseous fumes into the air.. he hadn't brushed his teeth within the whole of his existence, likely it was a rather foul experience for anyone near enough to catch a whiff.. the quick snorts followed with a retort as he spoke out to the other zoanoid.. "You ugly like me.. " a Guyver seeming the least of the worries of this pathetic, and small brained, creature.


ramotith indeed the creature is possibly slightly shorter than the other ramotith, yet indeed the fiend is much more solid. The creature shows hyper muscle that is truly terridying, yet his aura is evident. The creature knows however that there is danger close by as it sniffs the air, his eyes glowing bright crimson as his batlike ears pull back slightly, his teeth razored as well as gleaming white and sharp as it then growls low.."You understand nothing, there are guyvers here...fool, Me not want to die, I not of Chronos, I will NOT help others,"
ramotith he had burst down the door in a fit of rage, he had sought not people to kill, yet the scent of an enemy he has been tracking for some time. The horrid troll called Shlugg. The creature has evolved and is much smarter than others of his race. he knows that his enemy is the troll, he has no desire to die at the blades of strangers. Much less Guyvers, yet he will defend if forced.


Ronin_Guyver Contained with in the seclusion of a void reality, there lies a dormant figure with out a name… Motionless, the sounds of low howls are enhanced to the sounds of shrieks… The Guyver lays alone, with out matter or density it seems to linger within the free dimension… A silent whisper seems to echo, the name “Guyver” is repeated… “ Seems like the population of Noids seems to have grown one more gain… Boost or not to Boost?”


Hyper_Muscle_Ramotith his head lifts as massive nostrils flare, and take in granules of the nights air.. heavy with the scents of the tavern, he finds it hard to skip over the roasted pig and search out the scent of a Guyver, his peon of a mind reeling with the thought of food, he turns too face were that fragrant scent imitated from.. food he thinks.. the words of the other seeming to go in one ear and out the other, primitive grunts followed by something a little more recognizable.. "Guyver.. Guyver weak, me kill guyver if me sees him.."


ramotith the creature simply snarls in return. obviously he is not too friendly of those of his race. he remembers, and even if the guyvers could scan him. They would probably realize he is an evolved ramotith. basically something that is about as natural as a test tube can get if you would call this freak natural. He senses another of power here, yet he realizes there is no use running as he then looks to the other ramotith. he evidently isn't too thrilled about his position as his eyes then glow bright white. he has made up his mind, if he is attacked, he will fight to his max potential.


Ronin_Guyver Looking around, his body seems to glow with a dim white that surrounds his whole from… Shaking his head, he looks to the two noids with no intent to show facial emotion… “Might get ugly…” He turns to look back at the entrance he entered… Walking towards it he looks back to judge his distance… “ Good enough… Lets do this shit…”
Ronin_Guyver Whispering in his mind, a word loops in repetition “ Guyver…” Braking threw existence; a single tear threw our reality separates the combination of bio matter with a simple human being.. A single mind races threw unknown thoughts, he is unable to understand the certainty of the moment at hand, but at that moment who should care.. Bio kinetics force threw his body making him able to fully comprehend what is to happen at that moment...
Ronin_Guyver Surges of energy flow threw his body causing his body to tense for brief seconds at a time… Alien armor calls out for its containment, its parallel dimension where the host has no control. It will remain within, never restless and always able to answer the call of its master... The sounds of cracking rock, the smell of his burnt surroundings causes a more heightened and new intensity to the now unleashed metta burner, a barrier shield that soon covers him, able to make the joinment unstoppable to simple and somewhat powerful creatures...
Ronin_Guyver Destroying everything around him, the perfect ball of light surrounds his body then continues to push threw the ground below, picking up fragments and durries with in its vortex… As if a sword cutting threw flesh, a tear in existence occurs causing strands of matter to grasp hold of his body... Not terrified at the moment, he watches as the alien armor attaches to his body… His body tenses as each moment; the armor does not let's go of his once uncovered body...
Ronin_Guyver Able to comprehend the severity his situation, his mind races with complex emotions trying to understand and pin point a solution to his trial at hand… Heightened by the flux of emotions, his bio kinetic energies flourish around his body… Tensing form the Guyver's wake, he moves back resting while allowing his body to ark down… His pale green eyes seem to give off a faint but visible burst of bio energy exiting from the units own eye structures…


Hyper_Muscle_Ramotith a transdimensional link would be summoned and accessed using the advanced technologies of some ancient alien race.. a brightly bursting orb of those same intermingling temporal aspects seeming to spread light about the tavern for but a foot fall.. though the Ramotith doesn't under stand this.. no, no, he merely sees a bright light beckon him from behind, enough to force him to put the eviscerated remains of pig to its rest before him, tearing off another chunk before he disposes of the corpse.. he stood from his post, still within those all too familiar of hunched backed positions.. his fangs gleaming in the pale tavern light, as those same pustules of drool linger from his pallet.. fingers would fall within the formation of fist, as beady eyes, the hue of ruby, would condense and squint .."Guyver" he would mumble in a nearly incomprehensible tone, muffled by the malfocused drool.


ramotith he doesn't snarl or even growl. No, indeed he is intelligent, he begins to channel his energies into his muscles, indeed his speed slowly begins to increase, yet he has not done a thing at this moment as he simply sets there statue still. It seems that the furry abomination is afraid, yet this is not the case. It is simply preparing for what (may) have to be done
ramotith as his blood begins to race through his system, he begins to notice his flesh start to harden to a strange substance, nothing compared to a guyver's armor, yet it can block a standard vibro blade for two hits possibly, thus allowing him enough time to do what is needed. The creature simply stands there, his eyes glowing dark red now.


Ronin_Guyver With in his mind, a rush of electrical current is heightened by the complexity of the Guyver unit itself, his brain composite is some what overloaded by simple cores of action… Surrounding his body, a vivid light blue flame is somewhat noticeable… The passing of clouds seems to over shadow the units light blue exterior as lowers himself down into a crouching rest… “ Seems like they've been eating their vitamins?” Shaking his head, he stands watch waiting for any move…


Hyper_Muscle_Ramotith fingers caress the silken strands of fur, as digits interject, lifting with the bravado of an arm to place representation in the direction of the formidable unit, teeth would chatter for a moment, scraping against one another's escarpments in a clutter of sharpened spears.. muscles would condense, tensing taught as though to prepare for the upcoming conflict.. words would bellow out In a frothy tone, diluted by slobber.. "Me see Guyver nows.. ME KILL GUYVER!!!"


ramotith it is then that the monstrosity grits his horrid teeth in the direction of the guyver, the large beast simply allowing 4 inches worth of organic claws that resemble steel. Indeed they could slice through a g1 unit like cheese. Yet he doesn’t worry of this as he simply sets there, obviously he is very cautious, yet he will fight if needed as he then simply begins to speak from his ravaged throat, to the other ramotith,"Do not go near guyver... you..will not survive a fight..with..guyver. If you fight, you..die.."


ronin_guyver : Bio Kinetic energy seems to run ramped threw his body, fusing with unknown plasmatic energies… Feeling limitless energies flowing threw his body; he looks towards the others within the area… Clinching his fists he seems to contain the ever-growing power that has over taken his body… Pushing threw his eyes; pale hues of blue light seem to embody the essence of both his energies… “ So… What's the deal with you Noids anyways?” Lifting his right hand, he throws it down allowing his HF blades to reach the length of 3 feet; the hyper blade is fully exposed.... Holding his arm somewhat to his side, his led foot digs into the earth... The groves resting on his head, his sensory orbs move at unknown speeds...


hyper_muscle_ramotith within this all too frustrated of form, the poor bestial devastations seemed to run rampant.. his tiny and meek mind not seeming to process the other Ramotith's words in time, as the massive Zoanoid charged forward at this over powering foe.. his claws held outward, his feet lagging behind him.. it was though a chimpanzee was charging at him at full force.. nimble feet, with agility beyond comprehension, would flail in comparison to the texture of thee tavern floor beneath… seeming to blur within the instant.. he would leap forward at this unit, holding his body teat within the skies for but a moment.. his ravenous fangs glinting in the pale tavern light.. his arms jutting forward, palms open, as he blindly attacked the unit.. his presumptive speed, but 100 kilometers per hour.


ramotith the enhanced beast shakes his head in his irritation, he realizes that he will have to fight probably, yet why should he care for another of chronos' lackeys? He figures oddly he would be able to understand the guyver more than the other zoanoid. This creature right here is the reason for the strict telepathic controls of zoalords over their creations. He has developed it seems as his huge furry form simply stands. Stalk still he observes. He shakes his head slowly. he had tried to warn the fool, so be it, let him die like the rest of Chronos' lapdogs.
ramotith and with this, he stalks off into the darkness...
ramotith staying within the shadows,... watching
ramotith leaves


Ronin_Guyver The Guyver awakes a faint glimmer of energy contained with in his CM… Forgotten with in the dim hovel of hyperspace, a single energy source lays in deep slumber… Unused for more that 2 years, it faint cries are long but forgot… The Guyver, flowing within the freedom and lose of gravity pushes back floating within a surreal flow of no gravity… His GCO seems to flash with an unknown intensity only caused by the sync of his CM… Lingering within the air his sensory equipment runs ramped as it tells him about the Zoanoid movements… Lifting his leading up arm to his chest, the HF blade is point out towards the blind attack of the Noid…
Ronin_Guyver Allowing the Noid to get in a bit close, his back seems to fall almost inches away form the ground, the flux of gravity within his area should be able to slow the Noid as well as allow him to focus the surrounding gravity into his arms with ease… Using his CM, he allows fragments of it to surround his fists as well as swell in his palms…Pulling gravity itself, he throws his body back will, his fingers drag the excess…


the_shrike_of_hyperion the very time and space that surrounds the essence of this plane seems to part ways as a form seems to appear from the void. It has farcasted itself into this time and place obviously, 4 huge bladed arms hanging limply at its sides. The huge fiend simply appears to be almost comical, its razored jaw opening and closing as it looks to the Guyver. Indeed it is surprised, thus the harvest begins..
the_shrike_of_hyperion 's eyes flash as dark rubies as the huge fiendish machine of death simply stands there, obviously the creature has come to destroy all that it once knew. For this is the command of the void that binds. This is all the beast of death knows as its 4 bladed fists raise high, the light shining off its horrid chrome carapace, obviously the Shrike is no longer under anyone's control..
the_shrike_of_hyperion the horrid cybred abomination simply looks to its quarry as the very essence of time begins to flow around its carapace, in raising its arms, it has allowed its form to phase shift into this plane and then out in the flash of a millisecond. The beast of destruction looks to the zoanoid impassively, for it obviously could care less, about any living thing.
the_shrike_of_hyperion


Hyper_Muscle_Ramotith within the heavens lies a Zoanoid within a state of unrest.. seeing how the guyver has altered the primary basics of gravitational flow within the area, the zoanoid seems to pivot his form within the heavens, but feet from his supposed attacker, jerking his torso to the right, and spinning his legs to the left, causing him to flail in the direction of his own right. And thusly continue on his way, out of the reach of that massive blade.. feet would compress against a solidified object such as the taverns walls, and the muscles within this 'noids legs would equally compensate for such stresses, as he shoved off from his elevated stance, this time aiming for the floor below.. he would plummet to the level of the cellar floor.. his eyes glancing up for a moment, as those ruby victuals locked onto the coordinates of the unit, via his foot falls far above.. the wooden planking separated just enough to allow a sort of second site.. the ramoitith quickly accelerates to this post, popping up from the ground below, through those indigenous tavern floors, and right behind the Guyver, in waiting with pressure likened cannons surrounding his fist.. his arms would grapple forward, aim ed to span the width of this units chest, and embrace him within this time of unrest.


Ronin_Guyver Unable to use his attack, he watches as the Zoanoid alters its direction… A glimmer of light seems to make its way threw out both palms of the units… Within his mind large amounts of electrical currents make way threw the groves of his mind allowing him to quickly compensate for his attack… Dragging his feet into the ground he then pushes up and then forward form harms way, his GCM causes the occasional ripple threw the very fabric of gravity... While in midair, The Ronin is able to turn its body so that its feet are towards Shrike’s chest plates... Coming into contact with them, he pushes off once again leading him to an arc take off...
Ronin_Guyver Holding left hand, streaks of light seem to focuses into one single palm, gravity itself seem to be sucked into that very point... Looking away for a second, he notices the other in the area 3... Using his GCM, He pushes each and every strand of gravity into his hand, while forcing his body towards the ground... Raising his right arm to his side, he extends his HF blade once again...


the_shrike_of_hyperion 's aura seems to pick up nothing but death and mayhem as the fiend then makes its move. The creature makes no sound as it begins to converge the very essence of reality itself into its core. The body at this time beginning to phase shift at a faster rate than before. Thus it allows time to flow faster than before about its horrid shape.
the_shrike_of_hyperion its horrid blades flash in the light as the shrike then steps forth, each move taking a millisecond, be warned this fiend can phase shift right past a vibro blade if you are not careful. And its armor can handle up to a warrior's blades with ease as the creature seems to not even move, yet it is suddenly in motion at this time as the freecasting cyborg says nothing as its four arms then make their movements. Thus 4 bladed fists rip out into the air.
the_shrike_of_hyperion the speed measurable in milliseconds as it then rushes forth towards the guyver's side. It is evident that the shrike will not stop as the upper right fist sails for the control medal, the lower right hand's fingers flicking out, seeking to slice the guyver's arm off his body, its phase shifted hand like a cutting torch. The left two fists send out for the chest plate, intending to punch through and cripple the megasmasher.


Hyper_Muscle_Ramotith massive miscreants of mayhem had found solace within this place of rest.. how uneasy the gentle fairing chimpanzee would quire such tranquil states within this time of haste.. he paused for a moment, seeming to miss his mark, eyes lingering within the heavens skies, as the massive guyver hovered high from the line… tattered boards creaked about him, as he began to pull rather large misplaced wood shavings from his scalp, wincing within his bestial states.. snarling at the aggressor within the air, and his new found foe.. he would not persist this round. For these two were out of his bounds.. he looked around quickly, trying to find something to improve the odds.. a misplaced glimmer across the tavern floor.. something embedded within the tavern, resurfaced due to his malicious actions.. what could it be..


Ronin_Guyver Bringing his right hand up for a moment before impact, the Guyver retracts it to about 1 foot in length… Seconds before impact he feels the a change in the wind around him, moving his head back and to the left, he notices a fist screaming towards his CM… Using the almost all of his weight of his body to the left hand side. Spinning threw the gravity his narrowly misses the other assault, but it was not over…
Ronin_Guyver Holding both hands out to his left hand side as he narrowly escapes, the gravity within his hands is compressed enough the to push out at the other Guyver's two hands racing towards his mega Smasher. In an almost blind daze he thrusts his HF towards the solid ground below... Using the HF blade as somewhat of a pole, he holds his position, while charging an incomplete Pressure Cannon blast...His body is now totally surrounded by the ever-growing bio kinetic energy as the pushes the almost dense gravity forwards away from the Shrike…
Ronin_Guyver His blade cuts threw the ground like it was not even there, the dust and debris that surround him allow come cover as he regains his senses… Lifting his blade out of the ground his slides on his back while his hands move behind his neck pushing up and allowing his to land on his feet…


the_shrike_of_hyperion as its arms are phase shifted, as well as its entire body, it simply almost casually sidesteps the pressure cannon attack, yet indeed its arms were deflected as the beast's eyes then settle upon the guyver unit. The shrike doesn't understand why this being backs away. Yet the abomination simply steps forth, its 4 bladed hands stretched out to its sides, as if in silent challenge, its steam shovel jaw opened wide. Obviously it sees its for as worthy, thus the shrike is being somewhat..sporting..


Hyper_Muscle_Ramotith a shinny object has caught the eye of a very stupid beast.. it lurks forward, droplets of drool hanging from its chin, as fingers grope about the sub level of this tavern.. an arm extended into a deep chasm, searching around for that tiny little sparkle that had caught his interest in the first place.. brows furrowed, a tongue apt, and poised outside of the mouth, slightly elevated and pressed to the upper lip.. his other arm stretched across the space of the whole as to hold him within position lest he slip. and there it was.. his fingers scrape the surface of this metallic object, as yet another bright light would resonate from this taverns escarpment… a dwindling subterfuge that would quickly fade into darkness as the brawling pair continued within their woes of war.


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ronin_guyver . o O ( What... THE FUCK? )
the_shrike_of_hyperion . o O ( uh, dude... )
the_shrike_of_hyperion . o O ( I really am beginning...to worry about you.. )
Ramotith_Guyver . o O ( )
the_shrike_of_hyperion . o O ( ~sighs and body slams yer ass into a rubber room~ )
ronin_guyver . o O ( Smoke to much there buddy? )
the_shrike_of_hyperion . o O ( `lets em out~ )
the_shrike_of_hyperion . o O ( actually its pretty creative )
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ronin_guyver Incased within this single being, powers that are with out measure… A simple grin forms on his face as pale green eyes seem to play within the light that reflect off them behind the Guyvers'… Simple illusions of once great battles come to play within these narrow groves of his brain, allowing him to simple learn technique, strategies with in that very moment…A low howl of wind erupts, lifting a single leaf within its arms… Lowering his head… With out contempt, lost within lingering feelings, there lie his true intentions… Grasping nothing, his hands clinch in fury… Lights begin to play tricks on the surrounding area, darkness now, and the true magnitude of his lust… He stands in front of the other, moments seeming like hours as he waits for the first initial move…
Ronin_Guyver Looking around, a faint discharge of energy seemed to flow around him in an almost endless bombardment of an on going flux of energy… His hands seem to flow out to his sides as a solute of energies seem to appear within his very space allowing his body to raise within mid air… To his sides, both of his hands come alive with dim black energy that push out threw each palm… Seconds pass as both powers energies are sucked back into his palms… Lowering his head, the rush of energies comes to a complete stop. The Guyver falls to his knees passed out?