OoC: Just a slight note, Chronos can't be dented.

BiC:

Chronos took precisely one look at the stranger before deciding that he did not like it when someone attempted to stab him. He stared down at the opponent, the wind blowing his darkened coat before him. His shrouded face took in the detail of the new warrior. He noted the blades, and disregarded them.

"Draw your weapon," the knivesman ordered, crouching into a strange stance.

Chronos crossed his arms in response. "You are not worth the effort," he growled softly, with the hint of malice to give the stranger cause for concern. "When Kenjin commissioned me for this battle, I was promised a true opponent. I am disappointed in the choice. Bring back your friend."

A flicker of annoyance crossed in the fighter's brown eyes. "Bring it on, metal one."

"That is not my designation," Chronos muttered quietly, taking a step forward. "I am known as Chronos. Zorlo is my ward here." The opponent didn't really seem to care.

"Well, Chronos," he answered, "I am known as Wen. Now how's about we start fighting?"

Chronos issued a low chuckle from within his cowl. "Bring it on, if that is your desire. But you will not beat me, I am unbreakable. Still, you may provide amusement, if only for a little while."

His words had the desired effect, Wen rushing forward with both blades pointed directly at the section of Chronos' chest where his arms were folded. The metal warrior did not budge, didn't even tilt his head to acknowledge that Wen was attacking. His head was stiffly pointed forward, staring blankly into space.

CLANG.

Wen's arms jarred in response as the steel met the black armor of the dark knight. The knives cut through the cloth, but something else was blocking his ability to pierce the skin, just like before. The metal vibrated, running up Wen's arms, shaking his shoulder sockets. He looked down, his brown eyes widening his surprise. His knives were slightly bent at the tips due to the strange armor.

"Gonna have to try better then that." Chronos' voice issued in a dull drone, one arm extending to grab the knivesman's face. Wen was lifted from the ground, feeling a dark tingle on his eyes, before he was hurled into a wooden building, breaking through the small house walls like they were paper instead of hardened oak. He was dazed only for a moment, before he was up and moving, darting out from the house and away from the dark knight.

But he wasn't running away, far from it. He was hiding, at least long enough to determine what it was he was up against, how it was able to stop his weapons, and how he was supposed to deal with the living weapon. He could see the warrior Chronos looking for him, the cowl-covered head swerving around searching for him. Wen grinned, at least he couldn't find him.

Chronos moved out of view, but Wen was confident that the metalhead was not able to see him. He had hidden well. He took a deep breath, exhaling. Something was seriously wrong with his opponent. He didn't seem to have any emotion, and looked at him like a toy. It annoyed him a little, to be treated like that.

That was the last thought he remembered having before he was suddenly moving again.

He wasn't sure how Chronos did it, but the giant found him exactly one second later. A looming shadow shot up from above him, and he was moving. It came out from above him, falling from the roofs silently. Wen got out just in time before a massive hand crushed the spot where his head had been moments before.

Chronos roared. Wen barely had time to get out of the way before a hulking fist slammed through the wall behind Wen. The black gauntlet shot through the wood, and the second one came up after the left one, grabbing Wen by the strands of his hair.

Wen retaliated, slashing with both his blades. Chronos removed his hand from the wall, and tossed Wen into the open. People panicked, and fled as the dark knight approached. Wen leapt from the ground, fighting stance poised. Chronos stopped, right as he was about to strike. Wen was confused, the armored fighter had ground to a halt.

"Catch you later," he muttered, turning around and bounding away.

Wen stood in stunned silence, as his partner rushed forward, searching for her weapons.

***

"Zorlo, move!" Chronos ordered the youth, who was searching for his missing armor. Chronos searched, and found it discarded by the other fighter, the female, in the streets. The swordsman spun round, and clasped it back onto himself, looking annoyed at himself. "What's wrong?"

The swordsman shrugged. "I was knocked out, I think. And she did it."

"It just means you have more to learn, youth Zorlo, just as I do." Chronos clasped his shoulder. "But we can't stop to philosophize now, we have a fight to win. I told Kenjin I would protect you, so now we fight as a unit. Use your abilities wisely, and battle with honor. Never let up."

Zorlo nodded. Following Chronos, he rushed to the battleground, making sure not to pace himself faster then the metal warrior. The two opponents were where Chronos had left Wen, standing in wait for them. Chronos stopped, and braced his mammoth hands into fists the size of hams.

Zorlo stood in the dark knight's shadow, his weapons glinting in the sunlight. Chronos folded his arms, a statue against whatever the other two planned to throw at them. "Think you can handle them, Zorlo?" Chronos growled, with such ferocity that he made the swordsman flinch slightly.

He grinned in response. "Not a problem, Chronos," he answered, twirling his sword. Chronos gave Zorlo a second's head start, then ran after the pupil towards the enemies.

OoC: I hope that was all right. I feel so nervous.

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