Everyone in the crowd had been making complaints about the level of visibility in the dome. The kick-up of dust and vaporized metal particles made it nearly impossible to see; the disabling of most of the cam-droids made it difficult to scope out a viable viewpoint, and even then the functioning droids' lenses weren't enough to compete with the opaque conditions of the battle field.
Everyone was complaining... expect for Ryo. His cybernetic implant had locked onto the signatures of both KEI and MARTIS, able to confirm their positions without trouble. Further equipped with a haze filter, their physical shapes were able to be discerned, though he could only see silohuettes of their profiles. There wasn't any need for him to look at the holoscreens. For being so far away from the action, he was surprisingly able to see things from a "front-row" perspective.
The conditions had cleared up, and Ryo, half expecting her to be intact, was relieved to see her emerge from the ruin, unscathed. MARTIS layed in a heap, its lower torso rendered utterly useless, its legs having been compacted into a volume one tenth it's former glory. The captain mentally applauded her handicraft -- the use of the pillars had done a odious number on the overgrown weapon, dents and electrical ruptures prevalent upon its metallic carapace. It was a wonder MARTIS was even functioning, with sparks spitting in all directions.
[Way to go, Mia.]
Though he soon became aware of an exchange between the two combatants... it was hard for Ryo to make out the words. Though MARTIS must've not agreed with what was being discussed. Words flashed across its eye-lens, and like a photo flash, it had crushed its titanium fist right into Mia like a cobra snapping up a mouse. The captain forced himself to stay calm.
There was a mechanical groaning, and Mia soon muscled the attack over her head, ripping the offending appendage off of MARTIS and smacking him with such morbid gratification that it even registered a hearty laugh from Ryo. "That's something you don't see everyday..." He smiled openly to Sumi and Cromwell, though their lack of shared excitement caused him to squash his expression. His focus was soon drawn to a shudder in the dome's infrastructure. MARTIS, with a turn of the weaponoid's back, was being hailed as a tally on Mia's score.
There was a collective roar in the stadium. Ryo could feel it filling his ears, and he had to admit to a certain satisfaction in destruction... though it was short lived. Cromwell and the others spoke of a good show. [Oh, if only you people had the conscious to realize what was going on here...] Though it was universally accepted. The fight was over.
... But it wasn't.
Ryo was already being informed of MARTIS's last resort, and he quickly stood up from his seat and paced to the window as the Dematerialization Cannon discharged. Mia put herself in the lion's mouth, halting the beam with a containment field. Ryo stood, resolute: the backlash of opposing energies was causing the whole stadium to shake, even creating rippling effects in the remaining protective barriers that were left to guard the audience.
Mia's containment fields failed. [.. No..] He was sure that the battle would end in a double casualty, but Mia was quick to prove him, and everyone else otherwise. The use of anti matter to absorb the blast... the activation of her pendant to reduce everything in the arena to dust and particles... It was so awesome as to defy any and all realms of possibility, making everything a blur to be remembered.
Ryo clenched his teeth in excitement and reeled his fist back, silently praising the ash-covered Mia as she stood victorious on the field. He became oblivious to everything around him, the cheers and gripes, the ecstatic movements of the audience... No, there was only her, deserving of all admiration in the ISS.
He placed his gloved hand upon the window and smiled softly to himself, looking down to the weaponoid. [Great job, Mia...]