Wolv Irasya vs. Unity

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Mood: Anticipated ||

Health: ██████ 100/100%

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Finally the GCL season has begun and Wolv Irasya was thrilled and particularly relieved to be out of Kharessos. He very much wished to burn the mega-city to the ground, he hated it because of the noise and hot dry weather. Today the wolverine combatant would make his debut atop of a floating ring. The people cheered and hollered, some children were holding inflatable dolls of Wolv the godslayer, many held up signs as confetti fell gracefully down the float. Wolv grit his teeth, the white pearls glistened under the sunlight, his ballistic riot shield reflecting off the illumination of the sun that was held in front of the hulking furry figure. A growl escaped his mouth as he awaited for his opponent. Wearing his favorable cadmium orange singlet outfit and holding his double-bladed spear with his right hand and his respective riot shield with his left. Funny how he had killed a crooked cop to acquire the defensive weapon. On his back was a gigantic sword.

The party had officially started and Wolv acknowledged the crowd by upholding his spear and shield hollering at the people in a battle cry. Honestly he was pumped and it was going to take a while for his nerves to calm. Of course the terrain was a disadvantage for him since he could not burrow into the mat but nevertheless he was very confident. The fun factor was only diminished by the no-kill rule, things would be much more simple and enjoyable if he could dispose of the opponent by lethal means. The giant floating surface of mat moved slowly and majestically through the gaian streets meanwhile Wolv would display an assured expression of his face. His grey and white coat decorated with the falling confetti. Not his favor of choice of a fighttng arena but it would do. The parade moved further and further as the crowd became restless, chanting and calling out to the anthromorph. There was movement to walk but Wolv felt confined by the celebration, the loud crowd riled his spirit. Wolv stood with his legs slightly bent with his back hunched over marginally. The parade was in full motion through the esplanade as Wolv awaited Unity.

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Mood: Anticipated ||

Health: ██████ 100/100%

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Wolv scoffed at the arrival of his opponent. A lady dressed up in a very exposed outfit, however he noted her agility capabilities as she launched herself from a balcony to the opposite side of the ring. He faced her with a death glare, growling furthermore. The berserker towered over the woman, even as he hunched over her at seven-foot four. Truth be told she looked tasty and thoughts of devouring her played in his mind. How easy it would be to feast upon her in one sitting and chew on her bones like a ravaged predator. An applause continued at her arrival as she went toward the right side of the ring, she seemed to be observing her equipment. Scanning his eyes on her frame, he could just imagine how effortless it would be to strangle her and crush her with his might alone. She started to stretch as whistles were heard in the audience. Was this some sort of strip show? Her chosen attire definitely engrossed the warrior.

"Again with the roided-out wolf-men. Alright, let's do this, I guess..."

That's when she had sealed her doom. How dare she confuse him as a wolf-man? He was the War Wolverine. He would make her pay dearly for her petty remark. His teeth baring all his canines, as drool formed at the outer edges of his foul mouth.

"I'll destroy you dirty stripper wench." The rumble in his deep tone never faltered.

Closing the distance Wolv crept near Unity like a wild wolverine stalking its prey. Upholding his spear up high above his head level, with the longer edge of the blade pointed at his adversary. He held his shield close covering his left knee to his neck, effectively protecting his left arm, shoulder and left to mid torso. He dashed forward at her until he was two feet away from her, slashing downward in a vertical slash toward his target, her left femur bone. The front blade of the spear was 3 feet in length, sharp and long enough to impale the exposed flesh and bone, considering the force behind the assault had 400 lbs of body weight behind it. He was now obsessed with spilling her blood. He would force her to ameliorate her disrespectful attitude the hard way. Chants of excitement filled the streets of the parade. The better part of the match was about to commence.

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Mood: Annoyed ||

Health: █████ 95/100%

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First and foremost the sharp blade of his spear pierced into the foam underlaying the canvas. An annoyed irtitating scoff escaped him as his foe readily dodged the maneuver.

An even more aggravating turn of event as she rushed between his legs. He imagined using his massive body and his weight to bury her below his omphalic frame however she was much too quick. Tightly the furry hunter pulled his spear from the canvas, a punctured hole made where the penetration had happened. He could feel the blood rushing in his muscles, contracting as he pulled the handle securely. Suddenly he could feel minor cuts on his ankles from cold steel blades. Thanks to his dermal fur coat the damage had only grazed his skin, the majority of the slashes damaging through his thick hide to reduce the efficiency by half, not enough to immobilize his movement but only furthermore upsetting him. If this rogue was going to cut and run she had another thing coming. His grey strands of hair fell freely down the mat with the confetti. Just then balloons of every color of the spectrum hovered down into the ring quickly filling it up with balloons. [Edited: Forgot the balloons on post 5]Taking the moment of distraction to his advantage he decided to attack.[Edited]

Swinging his right arm back in a fluid arc as his right foot slid back along with his hips to turn 180° in an effort to jam the back 2 foot blade of his spear into her midsection as she was whipping around to face him once again. Meanwhile the ballons around Wolv would spiral around him by his momentum[edited]. Any balloons in the way would be popped instantaneously and would make no difference on his target[edited].

Of course with her agility he expected that the impalement would be spoiled by her speed or parried with her daggers, but the timing was unpredictable and instinctive, it only took one flowing motion to execute and a less aware opponent would be caught off-guard. Even if he managed to slice her abdomen it was just what he needed to boost his drive. If not he would chase her down and corner her if he had to, it was just a matter of time, like catching his prey. He had to stay focused on the hunted, to prove his dominance and corroborate her mutilation.

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Mood: Angry ||

Health: █████ 84/100%

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Wolv's spear scraped off her plate of armor on her shoulder and arm nearly missing his intended target. The infuriation of the balloons popping combined with the constant shouts of the people would further cause Wolv to become unstable. He was getting tired of this shit. Her agility was beginning to become a problem. The force of the collision forced her to sidestep clumsily and Wolv kept his eyes sharp on Unity. The rogue would slip to his rear during this time he would catch her scent with his nostrils. Just as he finished his arc she jammed her 6" crampons onto his singlet into his coat of his back 3 inches deep, the feeling of the sharp sensation was enough for the wolverine to jolt up in an instinctive reaction popping some ballons under his giant feet but she wasn't done yet he could also feel the obsidian blade of her dagger strike under the fur and mass below his shoulder blade as Wolv yelped in pain. The crowd cheered for the ballsy lady, as it seemed the tide of the crowd was now rooting against him. That would soon end. The blade would burrow into his hide, two inches into his flesh and muscle fibers but that was it he would refuse to give her anymore glory. At that very moment, his hair was stained and dyed with three patches of crimson. Dropping his shield with his left as it hit the canvas with a large thud and pop of balloons he reached his left claw at the base of the back of her neck and with all his vigor he would yank her off forcefully with 200 lbs of gripping strength. The sheer size of his hand was large enough to wrap around her entire neck. The crowd would shriek with worry, yet other cheered with bloodlust. Following this action the War Wolverine would commence to slam her body on the balloons and mat like a rag doll three times. During this time he would whip her body angrily with great potential of dislocating or breaking bones, if not the head trauma could be sufficient in knocking her out cold. Wolv was used to hurling objects and boulders up to 1000 pounds in weight, this woman who was about 140 lbs in weight would be a piece of cake like a grown man tugging harshly and bashing on a toddler with intense punishing force. There was also a great chance her collection of habiliments and armor would be cracked or broken in the process. If all of this didn't end her endeaver Wolv would proceed to pin her down on the mat in a prone position and puncture her conus medullaris on her lower spine with the bottom edge of his spear to instantly paralyze her for the victory. He only wished he could feast on her flesh, but sadly it was against the rules. Pity... The things he had to retrain himself of for this tournament. As long as his will be done to last a meaningful bequest he would oblige by the rules.

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Post Count: 3

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Mood: Pissed Off ||

Berserker State Activated

Beserker State lasts 3 posts with 5 post cooldown

Health: ████ 66/100%

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Wolv`s intentional onslaught was cut short by her climbing up his spine, each stab wound causing him discomfort and great pain. Not to mention those agonizing puncture wounds from the crampons. The next gash went straight in his ear. This bitch had deafened his right eardrum. If he wasn't mad before he absolutely pissed now. The unbearable blow stung like a grenade had gone off in his ear, the numbing torment intensified with the sound of the crowd. Wolv crued loudly in a furious scream, rumbling the remaining balloons and the ring itself

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

His loud thunderous voice echoed across the parade.

The calm air blowing into his open injury with blood dripping down the side of his head with his back singlet drenched in blood. Each movement was devastating causing him nausea as he vomited in Unity`s direction, albiet his reaction becoming woozy and stumbling on his tracks. The shrill suffering immediately causing his heart to pump at double the rate as his adrenaline rise. The sounds of the people becoming a muffled sound as it suddenly slowed down. His eyes blinked bloodshot red and his gaze was sinister. Bearing his teeth as his face wrinkled into a mug meanwhile his physique flexed as it worked at double capacity.

Thus, activating his berserk mode. His efforts to grasp her off his back was futile as she rolled off his shoulder, plucking out her other dagger from his furry back. He was in pure rage. She would become victim to his fury. The sudden rush in his bloodstream and muscles would allow Wolv to move like a heightened beast.

*Berserker State-

Wolv can tap into primal, unstoppable rage that allows him to perform in vastly increased capacity, taking and inflicting damage that he wouldn't in his normal state. In some cases, Wolvs feral mind descends so far into the feral rage that, mentally, he is little more than an animal. A majority of Wolvs sustenance is derived from carrion. Whether eating live prey or carrion, Wolv feeding style appears voracious, resulting in him possessing enhanced gluttony. Wolv also has berserker tendencies.

When going into berserker mode he becomes 15 mph faster with stronger instincts than normal, not only of predatory or prey, but also battle, and sharp killing instincts. He is able to process the world in an advanced/efficient manner to find any solutions to any kind of problems that he faces, using both the logical and illogical sense and strategies. He will result to abandon logic and play with pure instinct, generally making illogical but successful moves and decisions. His reflexes become heightened so that he reacts with a natural quick fluid killer instinct. In his berserker state Wolv can lift up to 2500 lbs from the ground. In berserker mode he is able to empty himself of all rational restraints in battle and completely immerse himself in combat becoming a dangerous warrior for foe enhancing his overall physical condition boosting his senses. The ability allows Wolv to ignore critical physical damage as if it never affected him and continue fighting with a frightening level of stamina while also being unpredictable and erratic in combat, making it hard to counter. The rareness of this power makes-up in one's opponent being super strong as it boosts his adrenaline and stamina to the point where he is able to wear out his opponent through sheer tenacity and ferocity alone. Possesses a completely unpredictable nature, rendering him resistant to fighters with adoptive muscle memory. During the berserker stage his mind is capable of carrying out multiple calculations and thought processes at once. He can also evade objective precognition by a chance of 50%(I'll roll a four sided die, odd is a chance of success and even represents failure)which requires them to have a direction in mind to be able to predict the outcome. This also grants Wolv a tremendous lung capacity and the ability to use the oxygen very effectively enabling him to hold his breath for extended periods of time while staying active. Wolv also possesses predatory instincts, allowing him to become master of hunting and tracking. One with this ability can discern numerous factors of a situation that make Wolv a master of pursuit and capture. This includes what move a foe will make, where they are headed (if the user is in the foe’s proximity, or knows the foe fairly well), as well as how to effectively cause a foe to play right into his hands in combat. Overcome any sort of physical problems with his own willpower, physical condition, and mental state. His berserker physiology can be reversed if his opponent can cause a feeling of serenity to Wolv, this means if anyone can alter his emotions so that he feels calm, peaceful and his soul untroubled it will cause him to immediately go into cool down phase, singing/music can give him a feeling of serenity but only if it is beautiful flawless type of vocals or tunes, a beautiful view isn't sufficient, that includes pretty girls, they actually just look more delicious to him, also massages can reverse it, although it might be pretty unlikely that anyone would attempt that unless metagaming comes into play. Any critical damage will affect him during cool down phase, reducing his speed and strength by half and being slightly more susceptible to pain while his stamina is greatly reduced as he becomes mentally sluggish.*

Wolv removed the dagger from his damaged ear with his left hand as the blood like down his shoulder. The pounding from the vibrancy added with the mix of ringing would soon go completely silent. His death glare on the assassin as he downwardly thrust his double-edged spear at her upper right thigh at the top of the femur after she landed underneath his right armpit, at such close quarters he only need to extend his right arm and let his three foot blade do the work, preferably to shatter the top of the femur joint and impale through the hamstring to immobolize the leg. However, Wolv was not done yet he'd jerk the spear out of her meaty flesh from the bone in a slashing motion for more mutilating results. At the same time he would pivot his waist to his right in her direction to jam her own dagger into her right eye in a mortifying left cross. His actions would meanwhile continue to be fluent without thought, only instinct.

With his increased physical capacity his speed was precise and quick doing so in a second`s notice, he was in fact faster and stronger with a boost of senses, despite his hurt ear. His overall condition enhanced to superb levels. Everything was just a slow blur as his mind calculated his surrounding in a complex accuracy. His animal rage pumping his physique with pure explosive power bulking with his movement. The crowd cheered fanatically at the battle in the parade. Blood spilt on the mat along with confetti and popped balloons. The plebeians of the gaian population watched the fight with fascinating eyes, as the duel was shown on the enormous panels on buildings and billboards.

The aching pains he once felt would make the boldest warriors crumble but with Wolv`s enhanced adrenaline rush his berserker state disregarded it with a predator mentality. It was similar to an alchemist synthesizing elements into his very core to negate all the gruesome sensations.

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Mood: Pissed Off ||

Berserker State Activated

Beserker State: 2/3

Health: ████ 66/100%

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The woman fled as usual. Wolv had underestimated her and now he was paying the price for it, her tactics of run and cut left him with a bad taste in his mouth, not to include the stench of the carion vomit that he had threw up on her feet and legs. He felt like he was fighting in the ring with Floyd Mayweather. He would stop the motion of his attack as she rushed to avoid the monster. He had to stop underestimating her if he was going to come off on top. He could feel the whoosh of her body as she trampled behind him, the noise of her heels on the ballons let him know precisely where she was. Turning to face the sneaky rogue she was slapping an aquamarine jewel on her forehead. Great, she was one of those magical types. He absolutely hated magic, it was a phony excuse not to use your own prowess and skills in a bloodsport battle. The smell of his dried blood would spam his nose and he growled furiously like a wild animal. His senses keen as things became more clear and sharp.

Unity`s trasnformation was complete as the War Wolverine gazed at her angelic features. Was she some sort of seraphim? To make things worse she had wings now. The hornier members of the crowd whistled at her new attire Wolv scoffed with grimace. Wolv squinted momentarily by the glow of her avatar form, shielding his eyes with his left forearm. After she sprang up to take flight, it was fine with him Wolv simply launched her own dagger at her left wing at 140 mph and his spear aimed at her right wing to catapult it upwards with the longer blade edge at 140 mph. With the extreme speed of the flying weapons dodging was slim even for her...

In full adrenaline Wolv would not halt there. He would crouch low like a sumo with his right palm taking his claymore from his back and unsheathing the massive sword, the God Hunter would use the muscles in his legs, thighs and butt to spring up and vault himself up at Unity, swinging his sword in a horizontal arc in an attempt to chop off her legs. Or at least one would be sufficient. The wind rushed through his fur making his silver streaks of hair dance wildly in the air. He was truly pissed off, in the meantime the crowd would go crazy burning with excitement with their arms raised. The gossamer sized warrior would super jump in an epic display of resolve.

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Mood: Infuriated ||

Beserker State CD: 1/5

Health: ████ 66/100%

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The spear flew like a dart obstructing the mass of the crowd as it pierced through an unlucky spectator. What was truly shocking was how she was able to keep flight with a hole pierced into her wing, manifested wings or not they occupied the same function, it was puzzling astounding and it truly mystified the wolverine.

Catching nothing but air Wolv landed in the crowd as his berserker state faded, his left eye returning to normal while his right was bloodied up. He landed near a hot dog vendor and his stand, Wolv snatched 2 ready hotdogs devouring them at once. A few poor individuals were trampled under his massive weight as the float approached, starting the ten count. 1... 2.... 3... At four he was already leaping onto the ringside slipping in between the ropes. Unity sent him a cheeky kiss which Wolv found to be a mockery, chunking up his left middle finger at her with a sly grin.

During this time his speed, strength and stamina were weakened as the pain in his ear thumped his head, added with the tingling sensation of his stab wounds on his back was all too uncomfortable as his mentality became sluggish, shaking his head furiously as the stubborn beast rolled to grasp his riot shield from the mat kicking some balloons out of the way in the process and effectively holding it in place to secure a defensive position. If she was going to fly up there to avoid him he'd wait for her to make a move. He had no respect for her, perhaps he would if she stepped toe to toe with him then maybe he could extol her skill set but her hit and dodge strategy just infuriated his demeanor. He would protect himself with his shield and not fall trap to her luring. Staring up at her with a mean look in his eyes, the battle tested wolverine anthro swathed his grip onto the handle of his shield.

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Mood: Cautious ||

Beserker State CD: 3/5

Health: ████ 66/100%

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By the time he was in the ring she was descending to the center of the mat... The sharp sound of her clothes tearing warned him that something was about to happen. Either another strip show transformation or another magic trick, of course he would anticipate the latter as she was already in a revealing angelic apparel plus he doubt she would go for another so soon, assuming if she had another. Instinctively he would raise his claymore vertically as a blinding beam of feathers raced to his face, instead of his face though the black and white feathers would meet the fuller of his sword redirecting the plumage of feathers to the left and the right with the feathers splitting off on the flat edge of his weapon. During the mass intensity of the feathers overflowing his sword Wolv would dive on top of his shield and raise it up in the middle of the blast of tuft. As the streaming pourage of feathers erupted from her frame Wolv would bend down to one knee however his knee wasn't touching the mat because his toes were supporting him. Wolv simply ducked behind his shield in a flanking position so that his shoulders were parallel behind his riot shield with his right foot back.

As the scramble of feathers burst forward Wolv would hold his defensive position behind his shield setting the base of the ballistic shield on the canvas until it swayed from effect. Doing so, 6 sharp barps would hit and bounce off his shield with great force, of course he wasn't aware of what the projectiles were but he wouldn't stick his head out to find out. Whatever it was he owed her some lethal gratuity whenever the feathers vanquished. The empyreal solar rays warmed his back up, drying his wounds on his back while his teeth grit by the sudden force.

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Mood: Bittersweet ||

Beserker State CD: 5/5

Health: ████ 66/100%

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First Wolv would brace himself as something collided with his shield. Whatever it was they would ricochet off like a bullet off his shield. Wolvs eyes widened to discover that his shield was turned into a slab of marble. His shield was now useless. In a matter of seconds the shield began to shatter by a second collision. Now was the time to act. Guessing by the weight of the first strike he could make a rudimentary estimate that it was most likely her body. Wolv clawed through the weak and brittle limestone, through the dust and feathers until he caught whatever it was that had impacted his destroyed riot shield. Grasping at Unitys right ankle he shut his eyes in the fury of feathers, confetti and tiny particles of marble. There would be no tumbling away, Unity escape would be in vain as the absolute beast whipped her body onto the pieces of stones on the mat. At this moment is when the fun would start.

Potentially bruising her body and dislocating her ankle with 200 lbs of gripping strength, added that he was lashing her out like a strand of leather, if the blows of concussion didn't knock her out cold Wolv would open his eyes and commence to downwardly thrust and jam his steel blade into her right patella to ultimately impale the kneecap and break it with the tip of his claymore forcefully, easily with 300 plus pounds to break the joint like a twig. His headache was rampage as the crowd went off in a convivial cheer.

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Mood: Aware ||

Beserker State Ready For Activation

Health: ████ 60/100%

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Slice, the claw had in fact struck a gash on her leg. The blood spurt out in hazy fashion among the floating confetti. How wonderful. He almost had her but she twisted and rolled like a talented arcobat right out of the arena. Incoming, four quills darted at the Ill Assassin, grazing both sides of his abdomen while he shimmied away to dodge the other two in midaction. The cuts gave him a disgruntled appearance. Meanwhile Unity was already flapping her wings to fly across of him on the opposite edge of ringside. Spinning around to face her as she descended Wolv gave a mighty scoff as he stared at his opponent once more, turning his hip to the right and grasping the grip of his sword with both hands.

Immediately he would close distance between the two and swing his claymore forcefully in a right-to-left downward diagonal slash, twisting his torso to complete the action, aimed at her left collarbone in an effort to break it or dislocate her shoulder by the intensity of the swing. 400 lbs of sheer force would be more than enough. Who knows if it would dent or shatter the armor, but it didn't matter, Wolv swung to break her not her delicate-looking armor. The assault was rapid and punctual with no warning, so even if she managed to cowar away he could still transition into a counter attack.

Contrariwise, he was ready to dance with her once again in the ring full of dust, tiles, blood, feathers, confetti and balloons. Cheers of the crowd raged on beside the mobile float.

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Mood: Determined ||

Beserker State Ready For Activation

Health: ████ 57/100%

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Rushing to swat the rogue her angelic transformation was cut short to her original state. Feathers flew in all directions from the metamorphosis. The aroma of her blood hit his nostrils and a blissful desire to quench his thirst overcame him. To no surprise the scared woman dodged his incoming claymore, whooshing his steel past her frame, a grimace on his face as he clamp his teeth with irritation... Still, there would be no recovery, she had made her mistake to think he wouldn't assume that she would cross his flank, he had enough knowledge from her actions to know just what she intended. Brushing off his leg the anthropomorph would straighten his back leg until only his toes touched the mat, her bladewould strike the back of his thigh as his leg curved from the swinging momentum of his sword. His coat would provide resistance to the blade cutting its effectiveness by half of the blow. It would stiill graze his thigh to form a nasty cut. The blood dyed his singlet into a dark purple hue.

By the time the thief would pivot to strike at his groin his claymore would slam forcefully onto Unitys left armored arm. That is where she failed, Wolv was aware she would dodge and so even if the fluctuation of his claymore missed his spot Wolv would not retreat except letting his diagonal slash play its course as the steel whirled in a full arc from the right to the left, but it would not end there he only need to let the sword fluidly flow its advancement to a wide swing that would carry onto his left all the way to his rear by allowing the full round motion to dictate his movement and torque from the swing... By the time the sword was redirected by the full curve of its swing it would gather double the velocity that it would take from the initial attack that he had intended but this worked out even better since his torso had in fact already been in rhythm, everything aligned just perfectly as the base of his blade would meet the serphims arm would more than possibly break and dangle her at 800 lbf... So much power it outweighed the quick lass by 7x her weight, enough to pummel her out of the ring like a crashing rocket into the public. Like a cat catching a mouse, the hunter had caught his prey.

At that moment, a heap of plastic balls you'd find at a chuck-e cheeses play pen came tumbling down in a rain of colorful spheres.. No matter though, the assault would happen before the balls could drop and disrupt him of his mobility. It was Wolvs native instincts to flow in the heat of battle, and to underestimate his efforts would prove to be a poor quality. The gaian crowd and foreigners watching across the world cheered on in an epic display of the *Godslayers brutal indomitable spirit. United for a glimpse of glory to identify a rising warrior with a heart of a wolverine, the War Wolverine*.

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Mood: Chaotic ||

Beserker State Activated

Health: ████ 57/100%

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After executing his flawless arc, letting the weight of the weapon slide his feet into rotation something strange happened.... Two bars of light constructs formed out of thin air. `What in the fuck?` Wolvs confusement was evident, bedazzled by Unitys new magic trick.

The first bar of light shattered upon contact, a crack formed on the blade before meeting the second bar as it broke the construct, however his claymore broke in half with the sharpened blade darting out of the ring.... The rebars of illumination disappeared in a spark of dust and the anthro killer grew into a rage, his eyes turned bloody and red, his adrenaline pumping at double velocity and his claws extended four inches, making them 6 inches in total. His face turned ferocious revealing his dangerous teeth. His primary weapon was useless now. Altering into his berserker state, time slowed down as he calculated his opponent's position, she was diving into the flowing balls of plastic, as that wasn't a give away of her petty desperate form of attack Wolv launched his severed broken sword at Unity`s prone back at 100 mph. Then the War Wolverine leapt upwards in a short leap, just tall enough to float atop of the plastic colorful balls as they flew in every direction from his short jump.

Next he would land on top of Unity utilizing his weight to pounce on her and dig his claws into her flesh or whatever part he locked onto her. Even with her superb evasive skills and agile speed the maneuver was already in order, with Wolv most likely landing on the rogue and crushing her frame in the process, her bones were like a twig ready to be snapped by his intense aggression. By the way he was landing, on all fours it would prove difficult for the thief to emancipate the assualt and save herself. For the most part he was sick of her, and just wanted to finish her once and for all. If only killing were allowed.

With the ring full of plastic spheres the woman was subject to a sluggish escape since it slowed down her movement and mobility; it would be more than a hassle for her to just lambent over the pit of balls especially since they were blazing down at a rapid pace.

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Mood: Ready ||

Beserker State Activated 3/3

Health: ████ 54/100%

Scalar Warfare Wrote:

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Wolv`s enemy rogue rode across the balls to the side of the ring nearly missing his intended pounce. At least his broken sword connected into her side, that was a bit satisfying but not enough. Wolv kept his eyes on her following her movement as Unity hit the pavement with an upset appearance.

Wolv flexed gritting his teeth in a growl as his stab wounds began to ooze slightly however the adrenaline from his berserker state rushing his blood stream would disregard the sharp tingling sensation, overriding the painful symptons and pounding of his head. Next his prey was heading toward the corner of the ring, near his destroyed riot shield. Wolv wasted no time to charge toward her direction at 20 mph. It would have been faster but the plastic balls disrupted his full speed. By this time she would pull herself back into the ring with the ice-pick assisting her entrance. He didn't have a lot of chances so he had to make this abrupt and precise. If made contact he would charge in a low gore tackle, like so....

BAM!

If he got her he would cup his claws around her torso and clench his six inch claws deep and hold her tightly to prevent escape. Also making a mental note that if she leapt over him he would spring up in a bouncing tackle to catch her midair. The raging beast would follow his trail through the plastic balls until he made collision, most likely knocking her wind out with a concussive blow. By the bystanders point of view it look almost as if he would knock her off the adrift float. He was ready to establish his glorious legacy.

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Mood: Satisfied ||

Beserker State CD 1/5

Health: ████ 52/100%

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The fact that in no point in time Wolv had threw himself at Unity like previously mentioned was more glorious and satisfying than the War Wolverine could ever imagine. In fact he had charged at a low level already so as she ducked he would cup his right claw around her neck tightly, not tight enough to crush her trachea but hard enough to aphixiate her breathing and shut down her respiratory system. Not only that but he would slam her back first against the corner post to crack, break and snap her spine in a vicious whiplash at 20 mph to knock her lungs in submission, more notably crushing the wind from her frame with extreme concussive force.

On top of that using his weight to secure and pin her on the post the Ill Assassin would stretch his head forward to munch her nose clean off, ripping the cartilage off with a strong bite force as his eyes faded back into their original state. If the skin on her face managed to be pulled off with his bite, well that was more than fine with the anthro warrior. Besides that bonus, he would chew on her flesh, blood and cartilage to devour it in full achievement of his hard earned efforts. The Godslayer only waited for the rogue to black out before he would hurl her out of the ring in recognition of his newfound victory. She was done, the furry berserker had accomplished his task, whereas the theif would perhaps find victory that she had survived the experience, maybe even dreaming of a playact triumphant in her slumber. Only that when she awakened in the hospital she would find that her dashing beauty had been cursed by the Wolverine`s tenacity, proving himself to be an anathema reminder of her grand faiilure.

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Scalar Warfare Wrote:

> Nonetheless, urgency drove her legs, speeding her to the far corner of the mat, near where the shaggy man-mountain's riot shield shards were slowly turning back into metal. Her right hand retrieved the ice-pick from her small pack, hooking it onto the ropes to pull herself back up onto the ring....

((Meaning....

So you're a bigger dipshit than I thought that you have no point of direction even when you state to be near his broken shield in your previous post. Out of the ropes or not he's aiming for her not the post, you even mention that she is hanging by the ropes not the corner post, you're either confused yourself, or just contradicting yourself to favor yourself. That would simply be illogical for Wolv to crash into the post. How mental can you possibly be??? Anyway there is no counter, but a bitter hateful shitty drawing with false depictions, therefore I win. ))

She can't be at the far corner of the mat when she is already near his ´rekt' shield. You either choose one or the other, unless the hooker has cloning ability which clearly she does not.

Scalar Warfare Wrote:

> Thus, unhooking her icepick from the elastic ropes, she hopped back down as the beast neared, and ducked under his grasping, then flailing claws as he ate a faceful of padded metal. er]

If she is behind the post there would be no need to duck. So make up your fuckin mind. Because your roleplaying is a mess.

Character: Unity

Now Wearing: Street Wear

Location: Gaia Prime - A Parade Float

=The Thief Strikes Again...=

Unity hung on with a foot on the mat, prepared to dip back to the asphalt as the muscletrain charged, testing the air tentatively, indecisive. It was only when he sprang up airborne that his leap from before flashed vividly into mind, and her body spurred from awe into action. Her vivid eyes tracked his gymnastic flip with a mix of determination and a vague twinge of familiarity - this sort of maneuver was her bread-and-butter, and she hadn't expected it from the wounded wolverine.

That same gymnastic ability however also meant she knew exactly how he would land... and where. With the bulk of the body's momentum swung around the center of gravity in the torso, an improper landing onto a surface lower than the start tended to end in the jumper flat on their ass - even with proper technique, a stabilizing backstep was necessary, no less because of the wolfman's injured ear canal. It also had little in the way of maneuverability mid-air once begun, as the entire body must twist to land in the correct facing. These two factors were a window of opportunity that she could easily exploit - and elude Wolv's questing grasp with ease - to say nothing of the fact that the float was still moving, however slowly, displacing the beast a tad further than he probably expected.

As the anthromorph reached the apex of his jump, the critical part of the twisting flip, her right palm gestured behind her, summoning forth new light constructs to ruin Wolv's day. A pair of cone-shaped lances, thicker at the bottom and coming to a perfect point, surged up to meet the berserker as he descended, their three-foot lengths easily enough to impale and immobilize whatever they hit, be it groin, soles, or aught else... driven home by the massive beast's own weight and added momentum.

In the same breath, eschewing a backward glance to confirm the hit, Unity kicked up her heels onto the mat, and using the icepick as a curving lever, slid herself in under the lowest rope on the smooth mat, leaving her prone in the mess of balls and feathers for a second or two 'ere she'd scramble up and weave her way back into the center of the ring. At this point the spectacle of the fight no longer mattered to the thief - her wounds were painful and tiring unlike those of the raging maniac she was fighting, and her breath came short to her now, the constant high-stress motion taxing even on the experienced acrobat.

The ice-pick, its current purpose fulfilled, had been left on the ropes as Unity slipped through, from whence it clattered to the ground, slowly passed by the ring. She would have to replace it later - retrieving it at this juncture was out of the question.

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[Blur] - Sheathed

[Tools of the Trade] - show spoilerhide spoiler50ft silk rope(stowed), 4x steel pitons(stowed), 5lb shortgrip steel sledgehammer(stowed), ice pick(discarded!)

[St. Elmo's Fire] - 2x 3ft tall, 12 cu. in. volume light cones (spikes)

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Squat King Wrote:

Character: Unity

Now Wearing: Street Wear

Location: Gaia Prime - A Parade Float

=Last Train to Paradise=

A spinning ice pick greeted the rogue as she turned about. Instinctively raising her arms to shield her face, the tool struck hard against the steel carapace layered on her forearms before bouncing up and over in a dull clang. From thence it sped somewhere behind and off to the side in the ring, leaving a sharp bruise on Unity's right forearm under the armor... a very light injury, all things considered.

She wavered uncertainly, Wolv cresting the corner pole as she lowered her hands, and briefly considered running again. Predictably, the hairy juggernaut was getting ready to hurl himself at her headlong... facing him directly was likely to be the more surprising option. She lowered her stance as the beast's muscles tensed, and sure enough, he rushed at her.

From the forward bent of his lunge, it was clear Wolv did not intend on stopping. That was fine. Perhaps his overenthusiasm for eating her would not clue him into the mistake until it was too late. Two seconds was a long time to react... but a very short time to reconsider. A particular tapestry from a museum she had once robbed loomed, unbidden, to the front of her thoughts.


Left foot sliding ahead, her weight shifted forward, her injured right stabbing the mat with its metal heel to stabilize... a six-foot pike blossoming into being between her hands, even as her previous creations crumbled outside the ring. Thin though it was, just over half an inch across, its tensile, load-bearing strength was easily enough to withstand the charge, and puncture the onrushing monster's hide. Though made of hardlight, its function deviated little from the wooden weapons of old, whose hardened lengths could stop 700lbs of horse and rider cold. Her bracing foot was not there to stop the movement of the weapon's butt... rather to direct the entirety of the impact down into the mat, using the wolverine's own weight to force it deep into his chest cavity, where, like its wooden counterparts, the brittle weapon would shard apart, ripping and tearing innards as it went.

If this did not stop the rampaging brute, nothing would.

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[Blur] - Sheathed

[Tools of the Trade] - show spoilerhide spoiler50ft silk rope(stowed), 4x steel pitons(stowed), 5lb shortgrip steel sledgehammer(stowed), ice pick(discarded!)

[St. Elmo's Fire] - 2x 3ft long, 12 cu. in. volume cylinders (combined into 6ft pike)

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Squat King Wrote:

OOC: Ignoring the fact that Wolv's stature makes it impossible for him to duck under a spear held by someone two feet shorter than him without getting hit in some manner, simply moving the point of the spear slightly to adjust for the incoming angle of impact would only see him gore himself face-first instead of chest first, the adjustment from Unity's end being an action that is practically effortless.

However, I'll let the final judging of the fight decide that - me writing an in-character NO U here serves no purpose, as the alternative to the exchange is Wolv ending the fight mortally wounded instead, making continuation impossible, and disrupting the IC flow further.

As it stands, the only purpose to this post is to highlight my disagreement with the mutilation montage ending presented by Squat and that because the situation ICly ends in the defeat of one or the other entirely at this juncture I am not going to attempt to ICly cancel my opponent's post.

Squat King Wrote:

The Thunder Tyrant Wrote:

OOC: I don't suppose you've ever taken geometry, then. Triangle Calculator

At a reasonable reaction distance of five feet away, the six foot spear can be held at roughly a 30 degree angle off the ground and be spearing the groin at a height of 2' 10", well below him doubling over (just because you bend at the waist doesn't mean your head or upper back isn't exposed, by the way). At a slightly more natural and comfortable angle of 40 degrees, the pike's point is exactly at waist height.

Dropping or lowering the angle of brace, and thus the elevation of the point, is a trivial endeavor, and only causes the spear to slide at angles under 20 degrees or so.

In other words, Wolv doubled over and made wolverine kebab of himself, no other input required.

Squat King Wrote:

The gif is not a stone-carved factual representation of the exact angle the pike is being held at, its a reference for the stance. The pike's point can be raised and lowered to meet a charge by slightly moving the forward arm.

How this is unclear is beyond me - they took analogies off the SAT and now noone can think laterally to save their life.

I refuse to believe someone can be this dense.

Epic troll 12/10 you got me. GG.