In Matt's opinion he was on a roll now, he had found out a major flaw in the suit and had managed to capitalise on it. Yet he knew that Syray had also toned down the specifications of his suit for this match so he wasnÂ’t going to get to full of himself. Unlike last time which lead to a head scraping. As Syray began to retreat Matt found himself with a trip kick coming this way. With the swords still either side of him he was a little to close to hop over it so instead he was forced to a backwards jump that ended with sand being shuffled up into the air. "Thanks" Matt said while he grinned broadly inside his suit, yet he needed another idea before he gave his opponent to much time to recover. If Syray kept getting these breathers then he wouldnÂ’t be able to score many hits. It was at this point when Matt wished he had more coding skills, then he would be ale to put the odd extra weapon on his suit. He was getting a little bored with the same old claw attacks. Maybe he would get to work on making some kind of hand held weapon later. Yet before he let himself drift into to much of a thought trial he worked on his next wave of attacks. He ran forward as fast as the slow motion world would permit and then kicked one of the stones on the floor at Syray. It trailed through the air spinning around while it headed for his abdomen region. Matt had been aiming for his chest again but he was never that great at football. As soon as the stone got into a decent flight he ran along behind it with both his claws lowered. He was going to try something a little risky but if it worked it might just give him an edge. As soon as the stone was just about to hit something, he brought both his claws upwards in a reveres racking motion to try and knock away the swords. Then he would let his whole body carry on moving upwards to turn the attack into a back flip kick. He just hoped he wasnÂ’t to valuable as he span around in the air, and that it all worked of course.
Syray watched as both the rock and Matt came at him out of the cloud of sand. He quickly assessed the situation, weighing the danger of each. Though the rock came first, he decided whatever Matt planned to do would do him more damage. Syray uncrossed the long swords, leaving one in front of him, just in case. He swung the other behind him and leaned back on to it. He assumed by the diversion of the rock, that Matt would be going for his face. It seemed only logical after having tried the abdomen area already. He felt the rock hit against his side, but he kept his balance. As his student came at him, Syray continued to lean back on the one arm. He realized too late the real intent of the diversion. The remaining sworded arm flew up over SyrayÂ’s head, and the claws scraped lightly against his metal with a screech. He was lucky enough, however, to have leaned back. He watched as the intended kick passed inches from his face. Syray saw the opportunity for an easy attack as Matt circled in the air, but he had too much weight on his back arm to get to it in time. He pushed himself back up slowly, bringing the sword that had been flung up over his head to his side. He started to swing it for a broad side swipe, where he assumed Matt would land. He feared he might not have enough time though, and that his student would be able to regain himself enough to block the attack. He readied his other arm for an upward slice, intent on keeping Matt at bay.
Matt landed only a second before two swords where swinging towards him. His mind panicked for a brief moment until his instincts took over, had their movements been at normal seep he would have been hit no doubt. Yet the slightly slower, exaggerated movements gave him that extra time to respond. He flashed his arm up as fast as the water would let him catching the first upward strike between his claws. He wrenched his hand sideways in n attempted to send the sword off in a different direction yet he saw the wider swing to late. It had come at him from a much further distance so he had ignored it until he had dealt with the more immediate swing. However it had moved faster than he had anticipated, the swing smacked into his side, knocking him into the air as he flew along sideways. The sword had wrenched a deep gash in his armour and he crashed into the sand in a could of yellow. He groaned as his self made pain sensors in his suit sent tingles of stinging sensations just so he knew he been hit. He cursed at the lack of armour on his suit as he struggled to get up yet his suit failing him. "You win...." he ground out into his helmet, letting his headset carry the words over to him. He was done.
Syray felt his one arm blocked and his eyes widened in anticipation as the other continued on, unhindered. He felt the familiar crash and scrape of the dark blade on metal, and watched in greedy reverance as Matt skidded sideways with the momentum of his blow. He was still, but still tence. Then he heard the lucious words, "You win" over the comunicator. He smirked behind his helmet. Victory to him, no matter what the opponent, was satisfing. Syray had been a little hard on Matt, but there was no need to let his student be aware of that. If anything, it would only strengthen his vigor to do better. Syray dropped both his arms to his sides, their points scraping the sea's floor. He walked slowly over to where Matt was and stopped a little ways away. He lifted an arm in a clumsy salute, for it was hard for him to manage the stiff arms. "Good game." He said. With that, he pulled himself from the game. The sensation of his senses falling back into their rightful place enveloped him, and he was awake.
Matt watched with anger filled eyes as Syray did his little salute and then went out of the game. He was so frustrated at his loss it made him want to rip someoneÂ’s head off. He had come so close it was unbearable, he thumped the ground in anger, blasting the sand away from around his clenched fist. He activated the system inside his suit and fell out of the game back into hsi body again. He breathed in deeply as he opened his eyes to see the messy dorm room again. "Yeah was a good game, so what parts do i need to work on and such" he said while he forcibly held back a minor growl. He was grateful for the lessons and the club stuff but he couldnÂ’t help but be a little annoyed at the loss. He stretched his legs out while he sat down and did the same with his arms, they ached from sitting still for such a long time in an uncomfortable position. Still he loved that with Menlo you didnÂ’t need to go off and heal after a match, you were just a little tired sometimes.
Syray pulled the modified headset gadget from his mechanical eye and tossed it to the floor. He looked at Matt and noticed he was also awake. Syray's face remained cold as he tried not to express his enjoyment. He could tell, by the words Matt spoke, that his student had been frustrated. Most of his students got angry with him. It was hard to loose to someone when you try your best. He knew, he had been beaten many a time in matches. It was the reason he never went proffetional with his playing. Syray sat down on a tall metal contraption and looked at Matt. "Well, lets see," he said, thinking back to the match. Most of what he wanted to say he had said during the match. He quickly came up with something. "You still need to use the space around you. Its not that important in an open area like the one we where just in, but in other settings it pays to give space between you and your opponent. Weave in and out, attack, get away before they can get you, attack." This was only a suggestion, it was the way Syray liked to fight, and the way he tought his students. "Other than that, you did pretty well. Most other things I think you caught, like certain aspects of your suit you might want to improve apon and things like that."
Matt slid his headset back into his pack while he listen to Syray, he understood the principle behind the technique but it didnÂ’t sit to well with him. He preferred to fight it out with people and force them to retreat not the other way round. He was thinking of a few questions that he wanted to ask the so called "teacher" He was more of a sparing partner really. "Yeah one question though, is their any particular tactics that work against specific suits. Like light fast suits normally beat big and heavy while big and heavily normally beats ranged suits. Any stuff like that" He was curious, although he liked fighting with a fast suit he was always curious about a ranged and a big bulky thing. He imagined it would take far skill to succeed with a big heavy one since so many people favoured light units. He had so many ideas running through his mind it was bizarre, he would also wonder what made a good Menlo fighter. Was it the very best suit or was it just talent, was their any main strategies, He wanted to know it all, partly because he wanted to be the best.
