Hal vs. Tresondoros Ecstuffuan

Ambrosia Academy

______ESPN was replaying the fight in the Durem clocktower all throughout the day talking about the return of Tresondros Ecstuffuan to Gaia Prime. All it took was one appearance and the psychic warrior was already in high demand. The Ambrosia Academy got to him first and invited Tres to do a lecture of his choice for the students. One might ask what an academic institution could want with a brutish prize fighter more known for his work with his fist than a pen. The truth was, Tres was a complex and multifaceted individual who wore many hats in his time. His numerous titles and victories as a Professional Fighter can be traced to his vast experience with psychic phenomena and psychic lore. It was through combat that he found himself a student of psi-craft and in his middle ages perhaps one of the greatest mind mages to ever set foot on Gaia Prime.

______Today he lectured to a full classroom on the Astral Plane, Dreams, and Creative thought. The wild cosmic concepts that he described would have seemed fantastical, even in a school of magic, were the fruits of the knowledge not evident upon his body. He gestured often as he spoke with his left hand. It was not a thing of flesh, but of translucent crystal whose hues shifted moment to moment, though often in a shade of light wintergreen. In the classroom Tres wore a conservative black three piece suit with a green tie, his usually wild dreadlocks were tied in a ponytail behind his head. Everyone was attentive as he spoke with a voice that was deep yet smooth like rolling thunder through the heavens. Some could not believe their eyes that a celebrity graced them and others fell in love, their idol real and tangible before them.

______Finally at the end of Tres's lecture, he asked for questions....

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______The students hurried out of the classroom in a rush, mostly because those that got out first could get the best position to crowd in front of the windows to look inside the lecture hall. Once they were all out, Tres gestured towards the door and hopefully Hal would get the message to lock it, or one of the cameramen would. His crystal hand went to his jacket to unbutton it, giving him a more full range of movements in his admittedly formal looking outfit. Unlike most fighters, Tres didn't really have much in the way of equipment. As Hal studied him in infrared he would see no evidence of armor or Tres being armed. He carried no weapons and though this didn't mean he was unarmed exactly, his fist were usually all he needed.His lack of armor made him famous. He regularly wore different outfits and sometimes nothing at all, Winning had never looked so good.

_______Tres however was not nervous. As he moved, he focused his mind, opening himself up to the pure inspiration of the Astral Plane through which his body served as a nexus. His casual pace would bring him into arms reach of Hal, unless Hal moved away...

PP: 40

+[Psi-Focus]

A Beat Spider Wrote:

> Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > > > > The teacher wrapped up the class and had the students go on their way. Laptops were snapped shut, zippers whirred, and paper rustled as the students hurriedly put away their school materials and filed out of the room. Hal took a few steps to the side to get out of their way. They all towered over him, as most people did, but he kept his vibrant purple eyes on the moving line, and many of the students stared at him as they passed by. This made him feel anxious, but he tried not to let that show. He forced himself to stand straight, ears erect, maintaining eye contact with the students until they broke it first by exiting the room. Finally, they were all gone. Hal realized that he had been holding his breath. He let it out steadily and then drew a deep, calming breath. His ears tilted back as he was no longer able to entirely restrain his signs of nervousness, though he was feeling much better now that the students were all gone. He could see them clustered around the windows, but that didn't bother him. It would be easy to forget they were there. > > > > He looked toward the teacher now, seeing the gesture to close the door. He used his foot to push it shut, while keeping his facing toward his opponent. His perked his ears and watched unblinking as the teacher unbuttoned his jacket. Hal's nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. The teacher began to move toward him. Hal's metal-tipped ears flicked back and then forward. The teacher commented that Hal looked nervous. Hal had no response to that. He was fine now and might have mentioned as much, but he had a rule against talking in battle. That was a good way to become distracted, and to unwittingly give information to the opponent. If the teacher would think that he was still nervous, that might work to his advantage. > > > > As the teacher was still walking his way, Hal walked backwards at the same pace to maintain distance. His opponent's lack of obvious weapons or armor, along with the gem on his forehead, indicated to Hal that this was probably some sort of magic or psychic user. Hal backed up between two rows of seating. He picked up one of the chairs and threw it at Tres. His intention wasn't to hit Tres with the chair, but to see how he would react to it. He might knock it away, or dodge it, or catch it, or let it break off of his body. Whatever the action, it would build up the information base that Hal was gathering on his opponent. With luck, his opponent would be the first one to make a real attack. > > > > Post 2/20

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______After backing up between two rows of seating the opponent hefted up a chair and threw it. Something about flying seating made Tres, and hell, most people, feel a rush of primal aggression.

Clunk!

______With that emotion Tres pushed forward towards the hurting seat. His bent crystal arm swung up and back in a sort of European Uppercut, smacking the bottom of the chair just before it struck, knocking it up and over the psychic warrior and leaving his path clear towards the opponent. His right hand shoved a desk aside that separated him from his opponent and it seemed as if by throwing the chair, Hal started a chain reaction of violence and chaos.

______The seemingly wild violent movements of his arms and his sudden forward momentum hid tactical acumen. By the time Tres arrived in arms reach of the opponent, he lead with his right with a low center of gravity, the right hand, having just thrown a desk was extended out in front of him while the left, bent after its uppercut was back and up. Once Tres was in arms reach he would attempt to snatch an overhand grasp of the opponents right wrist with his crystalline left hand and pull the opponent towards him. The fact that they were on a stair incline was also no accident, by coming up the stairway of the lecture hall, Tres ensured that he, in his position held a lower center of gravity and therefore leverage for what he would attempt next...

PP: 40

[Psi-Focus]

A Beat Spider Wrote:

> Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > > > > The chair was knocked away, the plastic underside cracking with the force of the strike. The chair landed roughly somewhere behind the man. All the while, Hal had continued to back away to maintain space. His hopes had come true in that Tres made the first attack, but Hal didn't want to end up like that chair. A desk was shoved aside and that crystallized left arm came back up into a defensive position. Hal wasn't going to stand there and wait to see what Tres planned to do. As soon as the desk was thrown, Hal rolled sideways across another desk. A rain of abandoned school supplies pattered around him as he landed on the next level down, again between two rows of the desks, but now with Tres on the row above him. Hal could have attacked from this position but he was still wary and decided to play mouse for a little longer. He used his prehensile tail to pick up and hold a fallen pencil, but otherwise he stood with his left leg back and his arms raised halfway. > > > > Post 3/20

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_____Tres reacted without thinking to the opponents attempt to flee. Later on, this would inspire his lesson for the duel but for now, he was a man of action not thought. Desk had been shoved out of the way, giving Tres room to pull this off. When Hal rolled across a desk, Tres could see where Hal would end up. So with unnatural reflexes, Tres performed a low spinning back kick at a displaced chair behind him to his right.

_____The intent was to kick the chair down to the next level of the lecture hall in the spot where Hal's roll would place him following its completion. Rather than landing on the ground of the lower level, Hal would find his footing disrupted by a chair suddenly in the place of his landing that in his roll he could not have seen. The result of this would depend on Hal's agility and luck, but it could range from his footing being momentarily disrupted to him tripping over the chair after he came out of his roll.

_____The moment after the reaction the professor noted that he did not appreciate being toyed with. He preferred more direct confrontations. But rather than let the annoyance get to him, he decided upon the lesson of the day.

"Don't Play Their Game"

_____Following the kicking of the chair Tres moved to engage Hal in Hand to hand Striking range. In his haste, it was not apparent that hal grabbed a pencil with his tail.

OOC: Sorry for the Delay, I wasn't feeling well yesterday.

A Beat Spider Wrote:

> Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > > > > Coming out of his roll, Hal noted that there was now a chair in his landing space. He saw it, but had no time to react to it. Still, he tried to adjust his landing so that he wouldn't entirely crash into it. He managed to get his legs on the ground a split second before his abdomen collided with the bulk of the chair, so he had absorbed some of the impact on his feet. The rest of the impact, at around rib level, didn't much affect him. That was what the hardened layer under his skin was for. The more pressing issue would be that the chair was in the way. He quickly stood up and shoved the chair off to the side. It was now that he had grabbed the pencil and settled into a ready stance, his eyes locking onto his approaching opponent. Man, did tall men with dreadlocks look frightening when they were annoyed. Tres said something then, Don't play their game. Hal didn't know what that meant, or who "they" were. If he meant to stop running, that was a request that Hal couldn't oblige. Being evasive was natural for someone so small. But that didn't mean that he was incapable of being more direct. After all, he did have to inflict some sort of damage on his opponent. > > > > As Tres approached, Hal made a brief rush forward to expedite the closure of that distance. But then he dropped down very low to the floor, like a cat in a stalking position, and swept his sharp left wing at Tres' legs at just below knee level. Hal was prepared to have to dodge or counter whatever might come next. He primarily expected some sort of attack from the legs, as any attack with the arms would cause Tres to have to reach far over, nearly to the floor, and that would put him far off balance. Hal still held the pencil but elected to do nothing more with it for the time. > > > > Post 4/20 > > > > > > (OOC: No worries. I hope you're feeling better now.)

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_____Both warriors rushed forward, quickly closing the distance between them and placing them both on an even plane within the lecture hall. Tres was successful in at least slowing down Hal's recovery from the roll forcing him to take a moment to shove the chair aside. This delay, along with Hal's rush forward before his drop to the ground in a cat like stance, put Tres in striking range as Hal prepared his own wing attack..

______Tres attempted to interrupt Hal's large change of position by throwing an uppercut with that hard spiky crystalline left arm meant to intercept Hal's falling chin as he dropped down on all fours. As Tres threw the punch he was in an orthodox boxers stance, left foot forward, knees slightly bent, chin down, right hand up on guard. Hopefully getting his chin rocked would stop the low wing attack from ever coming to fruition.

PP: 40

[Psi-Focus]

A Beat Spider Wrote:

> Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > > > > As Hal went to drop to the ground, he saw that crystalline hand of Tres' lashing at him from below in an uppercut. That was something he hadn't expected, and may not have been able to dodge had he no contact with the ground, but since he was still in contact with the hard wooden floor, he was able to twist his body sideways to his left in a desperate, clumsy fashion. The punch just grazed the side of his snout instead of under the chin as intended. Also in desperation, Hal extended his left wing to still go through with the slash to Tres' legs, or the leg that was forward at least, but the action wasn't controlled and no longer had a specific striking point, only reaching for anything he could hit. He landed on his left side on the floor but would immediately flip onto his back, claws fully extended and ready to latch onto and tear up anything that came within range. He maintained a grip on the pencil. He planned to get out of this vulnerable position as soon as possible, but to do so right now would actually leave him more open to an attack. > > > > Post 5/20

Ooc: posting from my tablet, so excuse the lack of formatting.

Ic:

'Whud!'

Went the wing against the inside of the professors leg. This winged creature was incredibly fast. If tres let him get away from him now, he might never land a blow. So despite the sting on the inside of his thigh he followed the uppercut with fluid action.

The opponent landed on his side and turned to his back and he would find something large and green falling down upon him, as if the heavens bore an emerald comet ignored until it was too late. Following the uppercut Tres performed a vertical leap, to drop his right knee upon the opponents head. As he fell crude crystalline ectoplasm in the vague shape of a half moon formed beneath him, threatening to slam against the opponents head with the full weight of his body. The massive shard of crystal formed beneath him would protect him from the opponents claws teeth or whatever he might use to exact vengeance for the Tres's vicious attack.

When the opponents wing popped off as he rolled away out from beneath him, Tres smirked, thinking about how it reminded him of the toys of his youth. The happy thought rolled through his body, taking up psychic energy granting him a sudden rush of awareness. An emerald halo surrounded his body as if he stood in front of some vast green void. He watched his opponent as he stood up he had already rose to his feet, a look of absolute jubilation on his handsome face.

The half winged warrior pushed a desk in his direction, threatening to ram the psychic warrior aside. At the last moment just before impact, he made a short vertical leap and would land in a crouch with his feet smashing down against the opponents fingers against the desk. His eyes locked with the opponent as they flared with neon green. A short 2.5 foot crystalline baton grew from his left hand, followed by a swing of the implement to smack the right side of the opponents face.

Something about the green halo seemed to heralded a phenomenon of perfect balance, grace and control over his own body. All of the weight of tres's body seemed to be focused on the enemy's fingers, locking them in their hold against the desk while keeping tres balanced upright. The baton struck at side of the head no longer protected by his wings.

Powers:

• body equilibrium

• astral construct baton

• psi focus used (total cost 5)

Trea was visibly surprised his strike landed. The opponent saved their fingers from getting crushed but what's more, he expected that without trapping him the opponent would have been able to mount a defense. It was difficult to defend against a weapon that the moment before simply didn't exist. Tres saw the wing begin to slide out from beneath the half sphere of crystal be dropped upon it. His eyes lit up with amazement. Clearly the opponent was outfitted with some seriously advanced tech that was capable of self recovery. Like a child stamping on a bug, tres quickly moved to the wing and would stomp his foot upon it to stop it from getting away. With a wry grin he looked at the opponent curiously wielding a pencil sharpener, wagging his baton at him;

"Why don't you come over here and get it!", he said referring to the wing

Through some mechanical devilry, Tres' confident dodge was transmuted into an acrid sharp pain that filled his sinuses. The flesh about the emerald crystal third eye was torn by the impact and the shock against the bridge of his nose shocked his senses. His right palm came up grasping his head in pain as he fell back a few steps. His eye gazed out from between with hatred and embarrassment palpable in their intensity. Psionic static wracked in his mind. The third eye had been disturbed and for the moment he could not focus his mental energies. How on earth had the object simply curved to correct it's course. It had not been hexed or enchanted in that moment. The only thing like it was the manifestations of the claravoiyant, psionic seers who next to telepaths were the most rare of his kind.

He pondered these things and in the next moment Hal put upon him. His retreating steps from the sharpeners impact left him with no where else to retreat to and for the moment it seemed the main man was on his heels against the mechanized winged beast Hal.

'Alright you winged freak, I about had enough of you throwing shit at me!', Tres thought as he acted.

The opponent successfully stepped to tres's right out from his forward line of attack and swung a left wing at his side back area. Tres stepped forward to his right, entering outside striking range. His body turned clockwise to the right, the crystalline left arm came forward, reinforced by the right holding on to its forearm, came to meet the edge of the opponents wing. It took two arms to block the mighty weight of the wing, as it was a limb meant to hold this mechanical devil aloft.

It was not his arms that he needed to counterattack. The opponent would miss the spark of evil in his eye. In that moment Tres had changed.

Level Up: "Face-Heel Turn"

The professor had suddenly gone bad and after blocking the wing, Hal would be the first to taste his vengeance. The right leg flung straight up in a snap kick aimed at Hal's groin, the one weak spot left unguarded. This sudden strike would also cause Hal to miss with his tail guided pencil towards the back of his knee.

If the villainous blow struck, the crowd, outside the room would respond in a resounding Boo and Hal would find himself cheered each time he held the advantage.

+[Psi-Backlash]

The baton in Tres's crystal left evaporated into starry vapor when Hal retreated two steps following the kick to the non existent groin of the alien entity. Though perhaps they were both alien in a way. What was familiar however was the expression on Tres's face. The professor had become the villain and the vengeful malevolence that drove him did not give Hal respite. In fact the professor would utilize the snap kick to the groin as the beginning of his forward step. Placing the right foot down between the opponents footing and moving forward to close the distance despite Hals retreat. His footwork was light shuffling steps that kept him balanced even as he prevented the opponent from expanding the space between them. Instead Hal would find himself in hand to hand striking range, with Tres comfortable with his fist up in a southpaw boxers guard and chin down.

This would likely make the opponents intention of throwing his wing, then pouncing on him to literally eat his dick, awkward...well more awkward than it already would have been. With his lead right foot between the opponents footing, His knees bent as he leaned forward, letting the wing that followed behind him fly over his head to arrive in the opponents hands. Before Hal had a chance to throw the wing, Tres would take advantage of the opponents occupied guard by throwing a left overhand cross to the opponents jaw...

OOC: Finally home again, will begin using formatting and adding formating to the previous post.

IC: [[x]](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbmp8FmQuEQ) [An accurate video if my martial arts jargon is confusing, illustrating (with the right, rather than left, what is happening]

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_______He hadn't expected the overhand left to land but it did. This would be merely the cherry on top of what otherwise would have been a ploy. The punch had been meant to distract from the right foot moving between the opponents footing. Hal saw it as his own advantage as he attempted to reach around the knee and sink his teeth in. Doing so would not be nearly as easy as he thought.

_______As Hal rolled with the crystalline fist, he would find that instead of pulling back to guard, the fist of the left hand would open and plant its palm upon his face with his talon like digits claiming a vicious clasp. The fingers dug into whatever crevice they could find, whether it was the opponents eyes or the thumb going into Hal's mouth. With this, Tres gained the leverage to prevent the opponent from leaning down to bite his knee and would make it far more difficult to get a good hold on his right leg. The opponent would find that his head was being pushed away from the right knee he was attempting to grab and bite, making it impossible.

_______Following through with the momentum of the punch, Tres' head arrived next to the opponents left oblique, while his left hand pushed up against the opponents face for leverage against the opponents own attempt at grabbing his right leg. The purpose of the bending the knees was revealed in the next moment as a wrestlers "Level Change", the technique of lowering ones position in preparation for the "shooting" takedown. Tres pushed off of his right foot, tearing it away from the opponents grasping hands while bringing his left foot forward and his left shoulder into the opponents torso. His right hand would reach around the opponents left thigh to pull it in as his left shoulder drove the opponents body back with only his right leg to balance on and if successful, to the floor. Unless the opponents tail or wing, which was pointed up, could support his weight, the opponent would likely find himself on his back.

_______The overhand left flowed smoothly into a single leg takedown. If it was successful and the opponents back hit the ground, Tres would immediately transition into the full mount, with his left knee sliding over the opponents right, so that he would end up straddling the opponent. His left hand would remain against the opponents face, pinning him as best he could. Tres, wisely, kept his body turned to the right so that he could see the opponents tail out of the corner of his eye. He would not immediately transition to beating on his opponent, instead he would bully him verbally;

PP: 35

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______As the opponents talons rent through the fabric of the professors suit covering his left arm, the crystalline limb would be revealed beneath the tatters of the now ruined outfit. Tres felt an odd force as he drove his opponents back to the classroom ground though he did not in that moment realize what it was. By the time they actually hit the ground the opponent brought his legs in and for a moment, he thought Hal was about to pull guard. This was strange because hitherto the opponent had displayed no particular skill when it came to hand to hand fighting. It was in fact something more instinctual, like a feline predator who thought to make use of the claws at their feet. Whether Hal knew it or not, pulling his legs in prevented Tres from "passing the Guard" and transitioning into full mount.

______Tres was so close to Hal, between his legs. This would make it difficult for Hal to kick him in the abdomen. However Hal would be able to rake the claws of his right foot against his abdomen, tearing the fabric of his suit and rending the flesh beneath. Silvery blood dripped from the wound and a grimace grew on his face.

______The pain focused his intent and when the following swipe came from the opponents clawed right hand, Tres flexed his crystal left hand and leaned back. Jagged spikes would explode from the surface of Tres's arms, some as long as five inches helping to break the opponents hold. His left hand pulled away from the opponents grasp, letting go of his face while squeezing to tear something away in the process. He hoped to cause as much damage in the process. Simultaneously he leaned back, keeping hold of the opponents left leg in his right. This would cause Hal's left hand attack to his face to miss, and change his center of gravity, allowing him to rise from his position on his knees to his feet.

_____After standing to his feet, Tres joined his left hand with his right in the grapple over Hal's left leg. Tres used this tight hold and a step back to his right, to immediately attempt to throw Hal through the air into the Smart Board at the back of the class. An Emerald halo surrounded his body, evidently as psionic energy was focused into his own body to empower the monstrous throw. The act could hardly be called a technique. Where the Professor was known as a world class wrestler, he had the kind of power where fine technique was sometimes superfluous.

Powers Wrote:

> Mighty Throw [Psychometabolism]

______After launching the opponent into the air, Tres immediately moved to follow...

PP: 31 [-4]

Damage Check: Wound on the forehead from Pencil Sharpener, Cuts along the torso from claws,

A Beat Spider Wrote:

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______The resounding crash as the opponent hit the dry erase board filled the psion with glee. He wondered if the opponents body was as broken as the board by the collision, but he received his answer when his opponent quickly sprung to his feet in a great leap into the air. He stopped but was unable to dodge due to his forward momentum. The large projector crashed into his crystalline forearm with its jagged surface, cracked in two and knocked the psion into a backwards stumble.

______He rolled to regain his footing and felt the tatters of his suit pull against his body as he arrived into a crouching position a fair amount of distance away from Hal. He rose to his feet and his crystal and flesh hands pulled away the bloodied remains of his button up, leaving him bare chested and brilliant despite the silvery blood now staining his pants. The display was intimidating but incredible.

______As he made his evasive manuever Hal took advantage of the distraction, apparently brandishing some make shift shield out of one of the cabinet doors. Tres chuckled as he looked over his opponent, comparing their wounds. If Tres had been in Hal's current predicament, more defense is not what would have been on his mind. Mother and Father always taught Tres to never leave a battle in the hands of the judges, but certainly any discerning critique of the fight game knew that the onus was on Hal to be the aggressor, since he needed to make up the difference in damage.

______Because of the lack of urgency, Tres took a moment to focus his mind and his left hand went to grasp at a series of gemstones implanted into the underside of his right arm, twisting them as one might tune an old school radio...

PP: 31

+[Psi-Focus]

A Beat Spider Wrote:

> Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > > > > > > Hal grabbed one more thing out of the cabinet: A pair of scissors. Now he fully faced Tres. This fight would be over soon, but Hal would not stop struggling until he was forcibly made to stop. He took a few cautious steps forward. He held the cabinet door in his left hand by the handle, keeping it in front of himself like a shield. The scissors were in his right hand, though his hand throbbed in pain as he forced it to work. The end of his tail still held that pencil he had picked up earlier. He stared Tres in the eyes and waited. > > > > > > Status: Missing his right wing. Achy head. Throbbing jaw. Bruised pelvic area. Torn snout. Stab wound in right palm. Still stubbornly holding a pencil in his tail even after all this time. Holding a shield in his left hand and a pair of scissors in his right. > > > > Post 13/20

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______Tres proceeded with his counter pick without breaking eye contact with his opponent. The spikes along the crystalline left arm receded into a smooth glassy surface and his fingers morphed into elegant digits once again. Tres twirled an invisible object between the fingers of his left hand. Tendrils of grey whisp faded into reality, multiplying and intersecting in the ticks between the moment to form a mesh of a short spear. With a pop of emerald light the phantom object that Tres played with suddenly became real, coming into reality spinning between the digits of his left hand until it came to a stop. His right hand rose up simultaneously, forming an emerald concavo-convex shield in his right that was about 3 feet in diameter, about large enough to cover his torso.

_______He was known for his ability at hand to hand combat, but when pressed into armed bouts the Shaper had the ability to weave his own weapons out of thought. What he lacked in weapon skills he made up in sheer adaptability. He took a low stance, footing wide, leading with his spear rather than his shield take take advantage of the reach of his weapon. His shield arm protected his torso and head. Tres came forward towards his opponent with careful shuffling steps and immediately after entering striking range with his spear, he stepped out to his left before taking a jab with his spear at the opponents right side rib cage. If the attack were to land, the opponent would find that the spear tip was blunted. The attack, while non-lethal was still capable of shattering a rib.

PP: 28 [-3]

[Psi-Focus]

A Beat Spider Wrote:

> Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > > > > Hal's opponent responded by summoning crystalline structures, rather like the baton earlier. Hal saw some wispy stuff gather around Tres' fingers and he thought of rushing forward now to interrupt whatever was coming, but it happened too fast and his opponent gained a spear and a shield. That was a blow to Hal's morale. To see his opponent create crystalline weapons was nothing new, but now he felt like he was being mocked by the superior answer to the random items he had picked up. His own "shield" and "stabby thing" were so inadequate that he was sure it looked very comical. He wondered if any of the spectators were laughing. He didn't hear laughter, only hushed, tense, excited chatter. But someone somewhere was probably laughing. Hal's ears pressed back. This was getting to be too much. His head and face hurt. His hand hurt. His opponent seemed just fine, and was upping the difficulty so to speak. This fight seemed like it would just get harder. > > > > But Hal would do everything in his power to continue. He would just have to suck it up and keep going until he physically couldn't. Tres initiated the next round of attacks, as Hal had hoped. He prepared himself as his opponent shuffled forward with the spear out in front. The step to the left at the last moment almost took Hal by surprise, but he managed to whip around and turn his cabinet door toward it, putting his body sideways behind the makeshift shield. The spear impacted the right side of the cabinet door and shattered it in half, the main portion clattering to the ground and leaving the half that was attached to the handle that Hal held. The cabinet door didn't do much to stop the spear and it did nearly hit Hal anyway, just barely grazing the right side of his ribcage. He jerked his arm to throw the remnant of the shattered cabinet door at Tres' head (though it would likely just bounce off the shield), and then ducked under the spear and the arm and lunged in to Tres' left side. He aimed to lodge the pair of scissors into one of the gashes he had created earlier with his claws. > > > > > > > > Status: Missing his right wing. Achy head. Throbbing jaw. Bruised pelvic area. Torn snout. Stab wound in right palm. Still stubbornly holding a pencil in his tail even after all this time. Holding a pair of scissors in his right hand. > > > > Post 14/20

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______Cracks ran through the half of the spear where the door smashed into it. The constructs were useful because Tres could quickly shape them into whatever object he needs. The drawback was that they were somewhat brittle unless Tres took the time to refine them. Even the makeshift shield Hal brought to bear was enough to leave a noticeable weak point in the ectoplasmic weapon. Still, the weapon served its purpose. Tres sought to take advantage of its length.

______After the stroke from his spear, Tres parried the thrown door to his right, doing precisely what the opponent expected to avoid getting smacked in the head by the door. What followed was perhaps less expected, as if it had been hiding behind that large shield all along waiting to attempt to take advantage of the longer reach of his own weapon.

______Following the parry of the shield, Tres lifted up his lead left foot, partially extended, such that the balls of the feet would be poised to collide with the opponents lower abdomen. This was the Muay Thai Teep Kick, a move designed to halt the forward movement of an opponent. The kick was made to catch the opponent mid lunge and disrupt his attempt to get close under his arm to place the scissors in his belly.

_____While Tres might successfully have stopped the full brunt of the attempted stabbing, Hal's arm might still have the reach to make a shallow plunge into the target, however if successful, Tres would have prevented Hal from driving the scissors deep for a decisive blow. The adrenaline pumping through the psion delayed the sharp pain as surgical steel pierced an already bleeding wound. For these few moments, Tres was lost in the red haze of war, and he pushed vigilantly towards his opponents demise.

_____While dropping the left foot after the teep kick, Tres followed up with a right cross, bringing the edge of his massive shield forth to smash the center of the opponents body. The large shield threatened to smash fore-head, nose, chin and his upper sternum. The weight of the shield would be devastating, shaking armor, bone and spirit.

PP: 28

[Psi-Focus]

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______When the opponent caught Tres's left foot, he instinctively dropped the crystalline spear as his body reacted to the threat of being put off balance. His left foot would pull down in towards him in natural resistance as his shield came forward to strike the opponent. The shield was large and while it would not hit exactly where intended, it would still crash into the top of his skull above his left ear.

_______The natural retreat of the left foot pulled the grappling opponent towards him, exposing what was perhaps an even more sensitive target to the shield. The defensive implement would split from the force of the collision and fall away from the arm, dissolving into starry vapor. It was a sweet smell, similar to the taste now bursting in the opponents mouth as the psions silvery blood splashed into his opponents bite.

______In the sudden eruption of pain, he hadn't even noticed the other assault to his left leg by the scissors. Luckily by letting go of the spear and reaching forward with his left hand to claim balance against the opponent now being pulled into him, the scissors would collide into the rock hard surface of the alien limb. With the opponents hand injured, the hard surface of the limb might dislodge the scissors.

______Following the shield strike, Tres right hand reached to the grasp the wrist of the opponents left hand and push down to break his hold. His left hand snatched hold of the back of the opponents neck. Simultaneously he sprawled his legs back and dropped his hips to the floor. With Hal's left hand removed from the back of his left leg, he could tear the opponents teeth away from his shin. This would likely exacerbate the damage in one sudden movement. It was of no concern, Tres would repay the opponent in pain twice over! The sprawl suddenly put his weight behind his left hand, thrusting the opponents head violently to the ground.

_______Even in the haze of agony, Tres had the state of mind to be aware of the opponents tail. He'd hoped that the disorientation from his head being snapped to the ground might keep any overly precise movements by the pencil holding limb from happening, at least not in that moment. If it did, he had an idea.

PP: 28

[Psi-Focus]

The Ambrosia Academy

______As their bodies fell as Tres shoved the opponents head down, blood pooled beneath them. A mix of quicksilver and red. Tres knew that this battle needed to end here, right now. He could not stand up again after the damage to his left leg and with the amount of blood running from the wound, it was likely that Hal had torn something as he pulled his leg away. Tres courted disaster if he let this fight go on any longer. If an artery had been cut, at this level of activity, he could find himself knocked out.

______His intent to keep the opponent close could be felt in the force of his right arm as it claimed a tight front headlock around the neck after letting go of the left wrist. Simultaneously after hitting the ground, his crystal left snatched the opponents right wrist and would pull towards his right hip, bringing Hal's right bicep so that Tres's right hand, now in a front headlock, could reach it. He would likely be successful in this hold with the opponent being rocked. The tightly cinched grapple would tie Hal's upperbody up with both Tres's right hand and left pressing against both sides of Hal's bicep.

______Hal would find his return to conscious disorienting as Tres then brought his hips up, posting on his still good right foot. His body would begin to glow with an emerald halo as he focused his will into his core. With a sudden twist, Tres used his hold to roll the opponent to the left, counter clockwise. This was the wrestling move known as The Gator Roll With the opponents right wing missing, there would be nothing but the tail to try to impede the turn. If Hal used the tail to try to keep him from getting rolled over to his back, then that would at least keep the tail from being used to attack Tres. The force of the roll was inhuman, especially considering his left foreleg leg was torn to shreds.

PP: 24 [-4]

[Psi-Focus]

Mighty Throw [Psychometabolism]

[Standard - 4 Points]

Whenever Tres has control of an opponents center of gravity via a grapple, he may activate this power. Tres focuses psychic energy into his own center of gravity and his muscles in order to perform a impact throw or suplex as if he were a person who weighed 60 pounds more in full body muscle. He cannot however, throw someone 20 feet into the ground directly beneath him,. This allows Tres to throw individuals around who are even larger than him, and throw smaller opponents long distances. It cannot be used while seismic core is active. The throw -is- meant to be severely damaging, the same way a sword might be.

[[Example of a Gator Roll]](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWnCKV8DGvI)

A Beat Spider Wrote:

> Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > > > > Hal had never been rolled by a gator before. It probably would have felt a lot nicer coming from the animal than from this hulking crystalline man. Hal still hadn't fully returned to awareness, and now he felt quite dizzy on top of everything else. After a moment, he realized that he was now on his back and with his head and arms immobile. He was still lightheaded and hurting from being shoved into the ground so forcefully. Trying to fully ascertain the situation or put any thought into it was beyond him for the moment, so he reacted instinctively. He curled his lower half toward his chest and brought his legs up and in with feline-esque flexibility and aimed to kick and claw at Tres. It was similar to what he'd done while pinned on his back previously, though now his movements were slower than he would have liked and probably also lacking in power. He still didn't try to use the pencil, not yet. > > > > > > > > Status: Missing his right wing. Severely achy head. Throbbing jaw. Bruised pelvic area. Torn snout. Stab wound in right palm. Still stubbornly holding a pencil in his tail even after all this time. Lightheaded and dizzy. > > > > Post 17/20

The Ambrosia Academy

_______Like a machine, Tres took advantage of the throws success. Immediately after the turn Tres performed a wrestlers bridge, bringing his hips up while posting on the head and the feet to form an arch. The prodigious muscles of his neck bulged as he went into the bridge. His left hand reached up to post on the opponents right oblique. The bridge would put weight on the left arm, preventing Hal from lifting up his hips in order to get his legs up to claw and kick, a pre-emptive defense.

______After performing the wrestlers bridge, Tres dropped his hips and rolled to his stomach in a single swift movement. He kept the opponents head and upperbody pinned under his own. During this turn he released Hal's head with his right arm. Then the psion sat up on his knees, keeping his left hand on the opponents abdomen, before raining down a vicious staccato of right hand punches and hammerfist to Hal's face. His crystalline left hand was posted on the opponents prone body, preventing him from sitting up.

PP: 24

The Ambrosia Academy

______After a series of punches and hammerfist landed, Tres got his hand caught in the opponents mouth. Hal's teeth sunk into his light brown flesh, releasing a spray of silvery blood that would dribble into the opponents mouth. He let out a loud "Argh! You fucker!" and tried to dislodge it from Hal's jaws. This distracted him from the pencil coming up between the opponents legs, reaching over his body to slam into the flesh along his left trap, just before where the flesh meshed into crystal. The muscle in this area was thick and the tail would need to curl up and over Hal's body, so the pencil wasn't lodged too deep into his body, but it hurt none the less.

______He'd underestimated the reach of the opponents tail and after getting stabbed while his hand was still inside the opponents mouth, he wanted to pull away and let the fight come to a conclusion, but with his left foreleg injured his ability to stand was limited. His left hand would move to grab the opponents jaw and squeeze in order to relieve the pressure and allow him to remove his bloodied right hand. The talons of his crystalline left hand would tear into the opponents face and hopefully the pain would be sufficient to get his right hand free, which would then be used to pull the pencil out of his shoulder.

PP: 24

A Beat Spider Wrote:

> Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote: > > > > > > > Hal felt his teeth penetrate flesh, and he tasted a renewed burst of sweetness. His head and face throbbed sharply but the repeated blows had ceased for the time, earning him a reprieve. He bit down hard, not planning to give that hand back, though he knew he could be struck by the other hand just as easily. He arced his pencil-wielding tail up and successfully lodged the pencil somewhere in Tres' back; Hal couldn't determine from his position where, exactly, the strike landed, but he felt part of the pencil enter muscle. He had the thought of pulling the pencil out and stabbing again, but he was feeling too wearied to commit to that action and so instead his tail unwrapped from the pencil and flopped to the ground. For the moment, Tres was trying to pry Hal's jaws open to free his hand. The crystalline talons pierced the skin around Hal's mouth and sprouted new twinges of pain, but the pointy digits would meet quite a bit of resistance when they got to the exoskeleton. Hal was determined to hang on, knowing that it was over for him as soon as that hand was free. Heck, it was probably already over for him, but he wasn't going to take it lying down--er, that is to say, he was going to make the opponent pay steeply for the victory. He was already lying down, after all. He gave a hissing growl, made in response to the pain rather than an attempt to be intimidating, and clenched his teeth harder as he tried to resist the prying force of the crystal talons, and to fracture the bones of the organic hand in his mouth. > > > > > > > > Status: Missing his right wing. Severely achy head. Throbbing jaw. Bruised pelvic area. Torn snout. Stab wound in right palm. Lightheaded and dizzy. Becoming weaker with the passing moments. > > > > Post 19/20

The Ambrosia Academy

______For the moment little clarity could be found in the sharp pain focused in his right hand. The sensation of his right hand and its digit was lost in the haze of agony wrought by the primal vice of the opponents jaw. The only sensation that managed to stood out from the mangled viscera was the wet mix of the opponents spittle and his own blood. Tres focused upon that feeling and prayed to the weaver that what he was about to do next would not end the opponents life.

_______Hal would first notice the silvery sweet blood in his mouth beginning to curdle. Its texture went from a soft gelatinous, then to chewy cartilage, then to brittle bone whose crude points and sharp edges would pierce the inside of his mouth. The emerald gemstone at the center of Tres's bleeding head began to glow with green light. The blood flowing out from Tres's surely broken right hand hardened into a crude sheath. The blood flowing out from his abdomen and leg leg would harden into crystal as well and quickly fall away as blood continued to pour from the wounds. Tres could shape the ectoplasm in his blood but this was ineffective as a means of closing his wounds. What it would do was give Hal far more to chew on than he expected as the opponent would find the brittle material expanding in his mouth. His vicious teeth would crack into something akin to glass that would tear at the sensitive skin within his mouth.

_______If this ectoplasmic sheath managed to give Tres space between his right hand and the opponents jawls, he would pull himself away and gaze with a worrisome look at his now mangled right hand. Just once the psion wished he could end a fight without donning the proverbial silver mask but this battle would end much like most of his duels and his fans loved him for it. The students outside of the classroom would give both Hal and Tres a standing round of applause for their valiant performance.

PP: 20 [-4]

Powers used: Focusing Crystal - Astral Mirror