Thread: Matrix Spar: Oneironaut vs. No-Name

No-name's knives clattered harmlessly across the floor, ejected from his fingers upon impact, just as no-name's body went careening through the air. Oneironaut uncovered his face and watched, now lying flat on his back with his head angled upward, so that the world was upside down to him. He saw no-name smack against the wall with a sickening thud. O could only imagine what that must have done to the metallic card that had been sticking out of the man's forehead.

Drawing his legs up once more, he then pushed them outward and did a kip-up from his back, landing on his feet. He turned to face no-name, a red streak following the dispatched opponent's body down the wall as it slid to the floor. The limp figure then began to disintegrate, every inch of his being dissolving away into an array of green numerals, wafting into the still mall air like leaves in an autumn breeze.

Then, Oneironaut was alone. He raised his index finger to his face, slicking some of the blood off of his slashed cheek. He never got tired of how realistic these simulations felt. He was forever in awe of it. Every detail captured perfectly in digitation. Glancing at the red liquid on his fingertip, he smiled, raising his head then and calling out to seemingly nobody...

"Ok..." he yelled, calling to the operator. "Get me out of here."

With that, his body dissolved away into the same green spectacle as no-name's, numeric particles shifting away into thin air, bringing Oneironaut back to his ship - and the real world - just as no-name would be transported back to his own, completely unscathed (though maybe a bit groggy. Hehe).