[spoiler]Oh great, not only is my opponent good at this, but they’re seeking redemption too. [/spoiler] A rather tall robot, IA-5, or Ivan, as the Soviet bear called him, watched from a distance, observing the dance closely. Its head tilted from time to time, following the movements. It then moved a little bit closer.

[spoiler]Good at what? [/spoiler] [i]The man raised his blade overhead, swinging downward and arching into a full swing, pivoting around and doing a 180. He came to a sudden halt, the blade falling to his side as he looked directly at Ivan and gave a simple nod of the head. He slammed the tip of the blade into the sand and walked around it, approaching Ivan. [/i] "Robotic? Hmm..." [i]He said, mostly to himself as he circled the robot twice over, coming to a halt in front of it. [/i]

[spoiler]Good at RP[/spoiler] The robot’s head followed him a full 360 degrees as he circled around. He could see the robot was dark green with red and blue patterns on his sides. The patterns seemed to resemble flames. Noises could be heard from his chassis as he watched, like little instruments and scanners working along inside of him.

[spoiler]Oooh... Well thank you! [/spoiler] [i]The man was... A sight to behold to say the least. Standing at an incredible height of six feet, six inches with a pair of eyes brandished on his helmet. His armour was white, with green lines running down it on the chest, arms and legs. A small cloak was attached to the back of his neck, which flowed behind him as he walked around. His weapons were just as fierce looking. Firstly, the blade which he had left in the stand. Glowing a strange blueish orange color, it clearly had some sort of magic to it. Secondly, the four different blaster pistols that the robot could see. Two on either one of his thighs, a third on the back of his hip and a fourth attached to a holster on the side of his heel. Yet another blaster was seen on his back, with a strange barrel and form that made it seen more like a weapon for stealth. Beneath that was a white and gold assault rifle, that held a strange Armour that looked like bolts, or spikes. Lastly, slung over his chest was a finely crafted sniper rifle, that glowed that same blueish orange as his blade. There were certainly more weapons, some of which Ivan couldn't see... He was certainly well prepared. How could he have moved so gracefully in such Armour? With such weaponry? It was a haunting thought to say the least, the pure speed and grace of such a large man being odd... [/i] "What about you? Where are you weapons?" [i]The man asked calmly, the hud that accompanied his visor scanning the robotic form of Ivan. [/i]

“They are as follows...” replied the robot in a monotone voice. From behind him rose up his machine gun, an intimidating and large HMG which was mounted on his back and bolted in. He shook his wrist and a rifle barrel extended outward. The rifle was attached to his right wrist and had magazines lined up on it. He then opened up parts of his chassis, revealing more on the inside. In his left and right pectorals, grenades were loaded in mini catapult-like systems. His wrists also had strong hydraulic systems which connected to his hands. Finally, in his heavily protected chest, there was an array of metal pipes that circulated through his body. In the center, there was a label: “EMERGENCY EVAC WAVE DEVICE- WARNING: Extremely dangerous if used improperly. Handle with care.” It was obvious that robot was engineered to fit the strange device inside of him, and that it would be used improperly. Whoever built the robot built it rather well considering its amazing engineering.