Can Tomon have a fight...?

Tomon would be searching through this... Plateau, enjoying the dead air of it, but not really since he has no lungs. "Hm... Perhaps I could find the Shaman Necromancer myself if I harnessed my skills...? But I need to fight to do that... Fight... Hm... Sigh..."

(I don't see a Abilities list for you. I think you need to make one before you can duel anyone. or am I just blind)

(Bleck, MUST I have abilities? Kinda have general abilities... Nothing really specific, ya know. If you wanna see em, you can check my Bio~?)

(Could have swore taz and skye made a rule about having an abilities list)

William pulled up riding atop his Tactical Arms. He hovered there waiting for Tomon to make the forst move.

((At least make a tech list detailing the general abilities, but making up moves on the fly with them is alright.))

(I assure you, one will be up EVENTUALLY... Just can whip one up on the spot, you know? That sort of thing has to be carefully thought out and whatnot... But, I guess it can't really hurt to copy and paste really fast, huh?)

Tomon would wave shyly at this guy coming up "... Hi there. I'm Tomon. Can we fight, please...?" Tomon wasn't very sociable. He had been shut off from most of the world all of his life, so he didn't really notice that William wished to fight him already.

"Oh trust me were dueling" William said.

"You make the first move" he said.

Tomon's eyes would widen "... We are? Oh... Well. Let's fight, then. Okay..." Tomon would raise his gloved fist, shooting out numerous bullets from his hollowed out knuckles in William's general direction.

William lifted his arms up forming his fire shield. he let the bulltes pellet of it sizling away as they hit. But the more they hit the weeker the shield became. He flipped his tacticle arms sword over and opened it up revealing a gatling gun.

"my turn" he said firing off a 100 round burst at Tomon.

Tomon gasped, flailing about before quickly forcing himself underground via some sort of burial ability typical to any zombie.. He poked his head out after he heard the firing stop to see what was happening "... Wow... Wish I had that..." Just then, he would raise his tiny hand from his little burial hole, then his hand would expand greatly, being larger than his body now, thus the holes were larger as well. He would fire off bullets once more, this time the bullets being a little smaller than Tomon's body itself, however flying at the same speed at William.

William sensed the presance of Tomon below him. Lowering his fire shield and closing the tactical arm sword he blocke the shots with his sword. As soon as the bullets hit the sword they oushed william back a bit. The pushing back created anough wind for willima to create two Saizen Strike's to send straight for the ground.


The saizen strike were invisible razor sharp gusts of wind that would literally tear the arms to ribbon.s unless the invisible attack could be seen.

Tomon, being a little oblivious, would have his arm torn off by the attack... Not that he could feel it... However, once it did fall off, Tomon did notice it being gone. "Oh no!" He would quickly grab it, then reattach it, patting his chest a bit "Phew... Don't want to lose my arm..." Tomon would exit the ground, absorbing some of the life from the grass around him, causing it to die. "... Hm. Let's see..." Tomon would jump into the air, trying some thing new, allowing his soul to omit a small part of itself outside of Tomon's body, more specifically, his arm, as a sword. Tomon would use the drained life energy from the grass to increase the size of the sword and extend the soul blade further, trying to make it make contact with William from in the air.

William smiled and as he did his arm began to fill with sloar energy as it did it passed to the level of his destruction tecnique. He pushed his arm forwards as the blade was about to hit. If the blade was metal it would be vaporized if not it would hit williams own metal arm and not do much.

Hie other arm was rapidly firing shots off with the Tactical arms sword's gatling gun.

The sword made of his own soul was not physical, but literally made of his soul. As such, it could easily faze through and harm the physical, but also hit non-physical things as well, such as the soul of William, or the energies William was using through his arm, hopefully to do some damage. Tomon would land, sucking his soul sword back into his hand, then again, bury himself in the ground with a strong impact to avoid the shots "... I wonder if I'm doing alright..."

Willaim's mechanical arms too som damage. It was internal damage. The blue glowing light that was normall on the left side of his arm would stop glowing and the glowing light on the other side would intensify.

William having no beams of penetrating the grond woould wait in the sky for the moment he showed himself he would be bombarded with more attacks.

Tomon pondered "Hm.. What else can I do...?... I know!" Tomon would crawl back out, then aim both of his fists at William again, shooting out, instead of actual bullets, soul bullets this time, hoping to instead of penetrate his physical body, penetrate his spirit, since it seemed that it was effective at first. Tomon would stop after a multitude of shots, however, touching the grass to regain more life energy... He WAS shooting his soul out, ya know...

William's right arm began to glow blue. His soul was being channeled to hti part of his body. Pulling his arm back he began to form a vortex of soul at the tip. As the soul bullets flew into William they would be absorbed by the Vortex and shot right back Tomon double the speed and power.

Willaim breathed heavily meaning he lost all his energy with that one move.

Tomon would be hit back with his own soul, the force doing some damage to him, but those being his own soul, making them be reabsorbed back into his body. Tomon would fly back from the force, still, and hit a tree. Suddenly, his eyes became completely black, as if there were gone completely. His skin began to melt and his hair flopped downward as his entire body turned gray, all sludge-like and whatnot. Tomon stood, now taller than he was before, with a stitched mouth and a badass expression on his face "Is that all you've got, worm?" Tomon would slowly walk back toward William's direction, holding up his hand once more, this time creating a large ball of sludge before flinging it at William nonchalantly. It would be best to avoid this one rather than block it.

William flipepd his tactical arms under his feet and flew backwards with extreme speed. He flipped upside down and pulled a machine rifle out. Firing both guns he unleashed 132 round at the slime ball that would down be passing right under him.

Tomon laughed "Silly fleshbag, that is made directly of my body, which is made of a substances a lot worse than the most potent of acids! Don't screw with me!" The ball would then have arms stretch out of it that looked similar to that of Tomon's, the arms burning the bullets and trying to grab at William and burn him up... And stuff.

William flipped of his blade and grabbed the handel pulling it over top him he closed it, charged it with heat and swung at the hands. The charged heat blade could very very easily chop through flesh.

Since it was made of heat and not solid, the heat blade should be safe from the attacks of the arms... But that didn't mean that William was safe. Tomon would shoot a singular soul bullet into the floating mass of blobby goodness and suddenly, eye sockets would burst open from the sphere, showing that a part of Tomon's soul was now inhabiting the sphere of sludge. It would open up a mouth as William came closer, trying to devour him whole and disintegrate him within the mouth. Tomon cackled maniacally on the ground "Dance, mortal, for your time is nigh!" The sludge ball in the sky would also begin to release toxic, noxious gasses from itself as well, hoping to poison as well as knock out William from the sky.

William's free arm suddenly light up. The mouth was wide open now and ready for an assault. The Tactical Arm blade popped opne and begna firing a 100 round burst. His free hand manipulated the wind to form saizen wind slices.

Right after both william and the tactical arms began to fly away from the open mouth.

Tomon frowned, ordering the soul inside of the sphere to leave it, and to shoot directly at William for a direct attack while the orb would explode with sludge. The soul was hoping to rupture William's own, and hopefully immobilize him. The fallen sludge would slither back to Tomon, reforming his body at his feet. "Ugh. Disgusting flesh creature... Always prolonging your fate..."