<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.diarynote.jp/photo/l/20060820/60264_20060820225603.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gouf Custom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Colosseum<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kyrios, Strike Freedom, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Fighting<br/><br/>---------------------------------<br/><br/>A towering 10 story office building started to topple as Gouf cut out the bottom floors with her shield mounted Gatling gun. the seven barrels howling like tormented demons as the tracers were so close together that it looked like a laser beam was cutting through the building. The sound was so loud, it was deafening, even as far back as both Kyrios, and Strike Freedom were sitting. Ground chan looked up as she watched the building start to collapse right down on top of her. Using her thrusters, she propelled herself to the side down a side road. She brought up both arms as she shielded herself from the falling debris, and glass. However, Gouf was not content to simply let the assault slow down as she was charging into the dust, and debris. Her shield held up ahead of her to shield herself as her face was sporting an intense expression as she was determined to overcome her rival.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>BOOM</strong></span><br/><br/>the Colosseum shook as the loud explosion ripped through the air. Gouf felt like a freight train collided with her shield, sending her sideways into a department store, crushing it beneath her. There at the end of the alley looked to be Ground Chan. Yet her hair was a little longer than what the audience would remember. In her hands was a very large Cannon. Don't you<strong>DARE</strong>think for one moment that I'll let my sister face off against you alone you bitch!" Ground-Chan roared. The truth was revealed as It would appear that Ground-Chan's sisters got wind of the "Duel", and decided to intervene. Her normally pretty face twisted in rage against the Blue Zeon suit.<br/><br/>Gouf slowly rose up from the Department store, rubble cascading down off her armor as her shield was sporting a rather sizable depressing, and gouge. Showing that the hit was only a glancing ricochet. Otherwise it could have easily been Game Over for her. Gouf glared at the interloper, her red eyes seemingly starting to glow as her plush lips turned into a taunt straight line. If there was two Ground types here, then that meant that Ez8 wasn't far behind. Out of the corner of her eye Gouf saw moment. It was the first Ground type, her armor a more dusty brown than off white blue like before. Gouf's eyes shifted between the two to see who would attack first. Though suddenly, she activated her thrusters, and pushed off to the left as another form came crashing down right where she was standing. Gouf's head turned to see her primary rival, Ez8 Gundam.<br/><br/><div align="center">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </div><br/>In the upper Observation/Control Room, Ramba Ral stood with his arms crossed over his chest. His deep blue eyes watching the suddenly very one sided bout. He watched Gouf Custom moving with surprising agility, dodging the three way attack, and keeping the Three Ground types at bay. Yet his face was stoic as he didn't let his own thoughts, or feelings show. Goufs were natural born fighters, but they were always so determined, and reckless. The mission would always come before their safety.<br/><br/>Ral didn't register the presence that stepped up behind him. The large heavy footfalls as telling as the subtle perfume. "What do you think of your little Sister battle?" He asked without turning around. "She is fighting as she always has, without reservation." Came the soft voice. Ral turned to regard the MS Girl standing behind him. Her armor was as blue as the Ocean, the twin horns upon her shoulder caps curled menacingly. Her red eyes fixed upon the Man before her. Her entire left arm encased in what looked like an over sized prosthetic. "Yes, I worry that she is too reckless. It is like she does not know her own worth." Ral observed before turning back to watch the fight. Gouf Custom had just drove her foot like a piston into the gut of Ez8. Sending her skittering back along the ground before evading a two prong attack by Ez's sisters.<br/><br/>Gouf came up, and stood by Ramba, and watched her little sister fight with everything she had, taking a claw shield to the face, causing blood to splatter upon the ground. "We're Rejects. We were evaluated, and found wanting. Passed over for a superior design." Gouf spoke as she watched. Ramba gave Gouf a worried look. It seemed to be a common thread among Goufs, a feeling to constantly needing to prove their worth. "Yet, you and your sisters made great contributions in battle." Ramba stated. "Only by those that saw our worth, and could capitalize on our strengths. A Common Pilot can not pilot us satisfactorily in battle. Weapons need to be effectively utilitze even by the lowest soldier. We can not, and thus we're the inferior design" Gouf stated. Ramba sighed as he shook his head. "You shouldn't say things like that. Haman would be very sad to hear you say it. She thinks of you as a Daughter she never had." Ral stated with a soft tone in his voice. Gouf frowned at the mention of Haman, Ral's lover. She always treated Gouf, and her sisters like family, though only Gouf really spent time around her, and Ral after school hours.<br/><br/>A loud crash drew the two's attention back down to the Fighting floor where they saw Gouf Custom standing at the bottom of a large crater, The Ground Type Gundam standing around the lip their weapons drawn upon the Blue MS. The once pristine cityscape was a smoldering ruin. Gouf was panting heavily, several trickles of blood could be seen. Her armor was scratched, and dented.Though the Three Gundams around her didn't look much better. Normally, the fight would have been called as the Weakened Party would have admitted defeat. Yet, the determined look upon Gouf's face showed she had not given up. She disconnected the Gatling gun from her shield, and brought it up in a defensive stance. Her sword glowing a bright Orange as the spectators could see the immense heat radiating off the blade. "She'll Fight, and Fight, and Fight till she dies." Gouf stated as she looked at her younger sister, and seeing herself. Gouf would give everything for Ramba Ral. She was<em>his</em>suit. Goufs were all alike. Ral let out a long exhausted sigh. "Yes you're right." Ramba stated as he reached out, and pressed a button.<br/><br/><div align="center">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/>In the Colosseum, a loud buzzer sounded as the Simulated city scape vanished.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>BATTLE ENDED.<br/><br/>WINNER:<br/>GUNDAM GROUND TYPE.</strong></span></div><br/>The three Gundams looked up at the display, their faces slowly morphing into faces of pure elation. The three girls began to jump up, and down and hugging each other, and cheering. Shouting that they "Did It!" For Gouf, she lowered her sword, the blade slowly cooling back to its onyx color before sliding it back into the sheath built into the shield. The Battle was over, and she lost. Gouf tried to conceal her shame, and disappointment by putting on that same passive face, but the slight downward tug of her lips gave it away. She could have kept fighting. She could've won. Gouf simply knelt down, and picked up her Gatling gun before turning to leave, the cheering, and laughter from the Three gundams grating on her nerves as she made her way towards the door.