Sparring: Quartz vs Blitzkrieg

[Quartz]

The impatience grew with each passing second. The longer he was kept waiting, the more and more he felt like taking his rapier and just running some poor innocent bugger through with it.

The time felt like it was taking forever, and this just wasn't good enough! IT simply-

Finally, after about ten seconds of vigorous shaking, Quartz had rocked the vending machine enough to make it drop the candy bar he'd just purchased. A final angry shove of the contraption sent it slamming into the wall behind it, sending a few more bars of chocolately, sugary goodness his way.
The lilac one blinked, his anger quickly fading into mild joy as he pocket the free bars of fun and walked off towards his final destination.

The echidna was at a training centre for aspiring combatants, this one being situated on the outer commerce districts of Station Square. A lot of people had to drive past it to get to the city centre and you could almost guarantee a decent crowd of people watching fights, the entry fee wasn't that much and the entertainment was pretty good.
This particular school had a feature that Quartz was very interested in, namely the holo-projection room. All you had to do was walk in, enter the arena of choice and you'd be there. Owing to the nature of holofields and getting them to display and function correctly, spectators could watch from a separate room via CCTV.

Quartz wasn't wearing his usual attire today. No, as he was in a city he was dressed in more suitable clothing. He wore a red bandana today, rolled up and across his forehead and the ends allowed to drape gently over one side of his head. Atop of this was a pair of goggles; he liked to drive convertibles with the top down, making silly noises with his mouth despite the engine being revved at such a high volume that cats were screeching back in response over 5 blocks away.
Rather than the expensive white robing, this gave way to a raincoat of sorts. It was brown and full length, and made of polyester-coated nylon, made waterproof by a spray that should be applied to the side of a camping tent. The sleeves were rolled up to just below the elbow, so they didn't get in the way of whatever Quartz had to do with his hands. Underneath this was a red waistcoat and baggy trousers, very unusual for the vain one as he generally wore the white robes and nothing else. It was still edged in that shiny yellowy crap that he spent a fortune on, as he didn't want to look like a complete tramp. The inside leg of the trousers down by the ankles were awash with a brilliant white, contrasting with the red beautifully and setting off the coat nicely. And on his feet were the usual steel-toecapped boots that he loved so much.
And about his midsection was slung Daikatana, his trusty rapier and across his back was the sniper rifle Llorena, both freshly polished for this bout.

No feather or plume in hat.
No stupid talking cat to throw him off his game.
No crew members to look big in front of.
No women to prat around about.

This was as distraction-free as possible and with good reason. Quartz was going to be sparring with an opponent unlike any other he'd fought before, he was going to be fighting a warrior. A robotic one from what he'd heard, but nonetheless he was going to go in there and make the guy realise there was more to a fight than a suit of armour.

Getting to the room in question, Quartz then propped himself up against the wall haphazardly - eating another of the candy bars. He could only shut himself inside once the opponent was present, and it was fair to assume he was here first.

[If you get a major case of tl;dr with the description then here's a handy picture for you to refer to. Again, sorry for the delay. Once you're in the room I'll set up the room and we'll fight. What - you thought I was gonna let you break up my actual ship? FOR SHAME!]

[Blitzkrieg]

Blitzkrieg rocketed over the rooftops of Station Square, his black and green quills blowing back against his head in the fierce winds, flying high above even the tallest buildings on his black-and-green unnamed Extreme Gear. He glanced at the ground passing beneath him with a mixture of distain and aggrivation, searching in vain for the building he was supposed to be headed for. In truth he'd been there hours before Quartz had arrived at his destination (the android strongly believed in punctuality, especially when it came to matters of combat), but it had been quite some time since he had last been in any human city, and unfortunately he had no idea where anything was. He had more than once considered flying down and asking one of the little meatsacks he so despised where the training centre was, but he decided that this approach would probably just get him in trouble, considering his appearance and the fact that his former masters/arch enemies, G.U.N., happened to have their base of operations here. It was risky coming here at all, even if he were only here to scout, let alone to spar, but he'd grown sick hanging around Robotnik's base, aimlessly lazing away his days doing nothing as the Doctor hatched his schemes, and his fighting skills were getting rusty. He'd posted an application over the internet to take on sparring challenges, and this was his first one.

Much like Quartz, Blitz was not wearing his usual attire, which consisted of only his pants, a red sash around his waist, and his shoes. This time, in order to attract at least a little less attention, he wore a long black leather overcoat and a pair of yellow rubber dish gloves he'd stolen from a fishing boat on his way here. Okay, so an overcoat and dish gloves weren't exactly inconspicious attire, not to mention his unnatural black eyes with glowing green reptilian pupils and his set of pearly white fangs, but it was better than going around bearing his silver arms, liquid metal hands, and green alloy breastplate.

Finally, after about another five minutes of circling, the android decided he really had no choice but to go a bit lower and mingle with the meatsacks below. He abruptly dived, straight down, holding on to his board with both hands, before pulling up just as abruptly miliseconds before hitting the pavement. This, of course, attracted quite a bit of attention, but Blitz didn't really care at that point. "Hey, you," he said, calling out to the man in the car in front of which he had stopped (who was, at the moment, yelling and shouting his lungs out at Blitz to "get your freaky ass out of the goddamned road!") "How do I get to the training center with the holo-projection room?" The man paused in the middle of a particularly imaginative stream of obcenities to roll his eyes and shout "How the hell should I know, I don't give a damn, just get out of the f**king road!" From there he proceeded to pick up his stream of curses roughly where he'd left off, and the android decided he would get no help from this man. Acending a few feet into the air, so as to glide easily over the cars, Blitz flew off down the street, once again combing the city streets for the building he was looking for, only occasionally stopping to try again to get directions, though to little avail.

At last, after another short while of searching, Blitzkrieg found the place he was looking for, as indicated by a rather large sign on the front of the building and a rather large crowd trying to get inside to watch the matches. He landed in front of this crowd, setting his board against a wall (he had no fear of it being stolen, as it was equipped with a tracker and he was very good at killing people) and stood contemplating it a moment, trying to figure out just how he should get through the crowd as unobtrusively as possible. He shortly gave up, curled into a spinball, and bowled his way through, leaving a swath of rather angry people getting up off the ground and tending to rather painful leg injuries in his wake.

Inside he stood up again and brushed himself off, not even glancing behind him. He politely asked the receptionist where his holo-projection room was to be, then set off without delay: he was certainly late enough already. It was only a couple of minutes before he at last came upon the chamber, and lilac echidna that waited outside it. "Sorry I'm late," he said in the most casual voice he could muster. "I ran into a little traffic is all. I hope you haven't been waiting long."

[Quartz]

Hearing a clunking approaching, Quartz looked up and to his right in a lazy fashion as he chewed haphazardly on another bar. The extra sugars would sure come in handy, by the looks of things.
He listened as Blitzkreg approached and apologised for his time keeping.
"Meh, no skin off my back George," Quartz said with a dismissive wave of the hand, before immediately flicking the same hand into a beckoning gesture. "We've got this room for the duration of this duel, and there's no time limit. However, I've got a... parking meter shall we say, that I might wanna go and check up on..."

This of course was referring to the echidna's presence in the city. He knew nothing of the challenger's history, but figured it unlikely that he was running from the authorities too. Imagine the likelihood of two fugitives in the same city, same building, sparring together...!
Cautiously, Quartz looked around the room as the doors slid open first up and down, then a second set in the usual fashion. It was pitch black save for white orbs floating here and there - the holo-projection matrix, impossible to destroy when the battle was in motion. These were stationery for now, but once activated would strive to avoid contact with all competitors. These were complimented with even more orbs, set into the walls floor and ceiling. These would set the scene for the guys, whereas the floating ones would add the objects and other scenery that could and would be the scene.

"When you're ready close and lock the doors behind you. Then I'll get this show on the road."

[Metallix]

((Blitzkreg, what's holding you back man? c'mon dude, it's been nearly a month - this shouldn't be affected by the restart! ))