Matrix Spar: Oneironaut vs. Man of Steel and AspirationRealized

[Oneironaut Zero]

Synthetic as it may have been, the digital wind trickled over his bald head, blowing the flared curtain of his trenchcoat about his legs. Trademark shades adorned his face - thin wireframes that hid the sleek brown orbs of his eyes, which darted left and right, assessing the two opponents that stood across from him. This was the tallest rooftop that could be seen for quite some distance, but it was kept in close company by slightly smaller buildings - well within distance of a well-charged leap. The odds seemed like they could possibly be stacked against him, as this was a two against one spar, but he was definitely not worried in the least. Oneironaut took a few subtle steps closer, steel-toed boots crackling against the small layer of gravel that covered the rooftop. Nimble fingers were tucked away in the pockets of his long coat - a coat which held a few surprises, should he decide to use them. He really didn't have all that much of a mind to draw the semi-auto .45 that sat in the shoulder holster hidden by his tied coat, nor did he plan to begin the fight by unearthing the pair of steel nunchaku that were perched on his back, nestled down into the slot in his belt. Instead, he raised both hands before him, letting them taste the subtle breeze before they locked together, bending his fingers one way and then the other, cracking the knuckles, contrasting with the more subtle sounds of each advancing step. "....You boys ready?"

[Man of Steel]

The wind rustled through Man of Steel's dark blonde hair, whispering against his ears like the breath of a lover. He bounced up on the balls of his feet for a second, as if testing his now slightly stronger legs. He felt like he could do a double backflip and land on his toes if he so wished, and he knew he'd never manage that in Zion. The Matrix did have its perks, yessirree! His eyes, hidden behind fashionable mirrored sunglasses, danced across the rooftop, taking in the thin layer of gravel, the rooftop HVAC unit to his far right, the low lip at the edge of the roof, and his opponent directly across from him. Oneironaut looked like he was ready to take on the whole Matrix, and Man of Steel knew that he was far more experienced in this kind of sparring. But Man of Steel had his brother in the Matrix, AspirationRealized, there to even things out a bit. He grinned, no, more like smirked, then performed a smooth backflip from a standstill, landing in a low crouch, his long black leather trenchcoat billowing out around him as the ties loosened. Oh, that felt good. He took a moment to center himself, get in the right frame of mind. In the Matrix, frame of mind was everything. After a moment, he looked back up, and stood, his left hand falling to the set of sticks in their holster on his left thigh, and his right to the holstered H&K USP .40 on his right. He patted them lightly, just reassuring himself that they were in their place. Only then did he reply to Oneironaut's query. "I was born ready," he said, confidently. And then, wasting no time, he set himself and ran straight at Oneironaut. The confident grin still firmly in place, he felt empowered. Fast. Strong. Let the good times roll, he thought.

[AspirationRealized]

-AspiR appeared, peering through the eyeholes of the white bunny mask adorning his face. It was the type you would expect at a masquerade party, and its white took on tones of the setting sun's light. The large white ears extended up above his head, the whiskers spanning the width of the mask, and the oversized two front teeth of the rabbit falling just over his lips. His expression, what could be seen from his eyes and lips, was that of a dead serious cunning. A fresh and proper tuxedo formed the rest of his outfit, with vertical pinstripes of a blue so dark that they barely stood out against the blackness of the jacket and pants. A pressed white shirt could be seen underneath, with a midnight blue tie neatly secured (and not a pin on, either). Beneath the jacket at his hips were holsters for a pair of nasty looking daggers, as well as a very precise revolver. His shoes were cleaned to utter perfection, and a midnight blue rose completed his apparel, bringing out the tie and pinstripes. He glanced at Uncle O, then to Brother Steel, nodding-

[Oneironaut Zero]

Truth be told: it was beginning to distract him a little bit, but Oneironaut tried his best to ignore the odd bunny mask that AspiR was wearing. His attention, instead, trained itself upon MoS. Ah, this was a man who wasn't about to waste much time, and Oneironaut wasn't about to sit back and grant him leeway, either. "Good," he answered to MoS's declaration. Not another second passed before he followed suit, digging the front end of one sole into the gravel and breaking into a sprint, matching - at the very least - Man of Steel's speed in the advance. The subtle crunch-crunching of their feet against the gravel struck a unison, his own stride involuntarily keeping tempo with who looked to be his first opponent. For the moment, he kept his own trenchcoat closed. Admittedly, it allowed him a slightly lower range of comfortable motion, but he didn't mind the handi-cap. He was going to analyze every level of their fighting, only letting loose with his own potential as time went by. It was a bit impulsive, though, for him to instantly match speed with a charging opponent. Usually, he was the type that loved to feel out an oncoming attacker, but this time was different. He was completely in it for the sport, and wouldn't mind going out of his comfort zone to explore a wider range of tactics. This time, he was ready to explore every avenue of strategy...even the lack thereof. Impulse driving him, at least for these first few moments, he drove inward. One final step planted his foremost foot - his right - to the surface of the roof. His momentum carried him into a skid, grounding himself into a solid right jab that was backed by the full brunt of his bodily force. His entire body shifted, turning his right side - right foot leading - directly toward MoS. His knuckles seemed to snap as they cut through the air, the leather of his coat sleave calling out against the thick winds. With the combined speed of Man of Steel's advancing dash, this attempted punch to the face would surely break bones. To be sure, though, Oneironaut was never one to underestimate his opponents. His mind was much less focused on his initial attack as it was on any follow-up manuevers that would likely come, should MoS evade his primary punch.

[Man of Steel]

Man of Steel almost didn't catch the sudden blow in time. If it weren't for the speed advantage granted him by the Matrix, he would have suffered a broken nose for certain. He saw what Oneironaut was doing a second too late to wholly avoid it, so instead he firmly pushed off of the packed gravel with the ball of his left foot, his right already leaving the ground as he bent backwards, his left arm coming up to bat O's fist aside. He twisted his whole body to the left, counter-clockwise, the outside of his right boot driving straight for Oneironaut's anchoring right shin. He managed to push the striking fist aside just enough so that O's knuckles only just grazed his cheek, barely making contact, thanks in part to his quick change of orientation. Oneironaut's stance was firm, and so his foremost leg would be difficult to move in time. MoS was ready for anything, though, and had his landing perfectly figured out already. He looked forward, in the back of his busily calculating mind, to seeing what his opponent would do next.

[AspirationRealized]

-AspiR approached as quickly as he could while not making too much noise... which means he joined the party a little late. Seeing his bro go after One's foremost leg, he took a quick shot at his backmost leg instead, using the force of his run. Coming in from behind his opponent, his left shoe would connect with the inside of One's left knee, but his body quickly twisted the opposite direction, his left foot landing again so he could deliver a solid right shovel hook to One's right set of ribs... which were left open from the jab that Steel was in the process of countering. AspiR's right fist would connect if not interrupted, and leave the spot immediately, so as not to be compromised. He assumed a very fluid stance, his attacks whipping out and coming back out of the way, and if not engaged he would back up just enough to be out of range-