Dwarf E Fort

Everybody do the dwarvin tap! Tap Tap Tap! Tap Tap Tap! Everybody do the dwarvin tap! and have a bright sunny day!

The animatronic stage creatures danced beneath the blaring lights on the stage, casting there constantly shifting shadows on the party favor covered tables below. The goofy creatures moved stiffly and with every rotation of every joint the wine of old electronics overwhelmed the horrid music that these creatures "produced". These happy creatures sung gleefully to a very small venue who's sole occupant had enough hate and annoyance boiling within his young heart to fill the entire auditorium. The tall dread headed warrior stood at the rear of one of the tables facing the stage. A vein twitched visibly upon the forehead of his visage beneath his smooth cream hued skin. In his aggravation at his situation he frowned showing off his sparkly white teeth tinged varying colors by the multihued lights.

"You must be ******** with me!", Tres exclaimed loudly, frightening one of the Dwarf E Fort costumed workers. The boy beneath the suit jumped, stealing Tres's attention away from the idiotic display on stage. Tres snapped his head around to glare at the man behind him. He was dressed in a dwarf costume that Tres considered somewhat racist. Though Tres was not a dwarf, he knew many of the dwarves in Sigil's Nine Swords Tavern and he knew that those proud creatures would not have taken so kindly to these foolish descriptions of there kind. Yet this was not the source of Tres's irritation, what really bothered him was something that he was quick to voice to the innocent kid. Tres stepped backwards to turn fully and face the dwarf costumed worker. The powerfully built dread headed warrior got in his face and shouted while pointing up accusingly at the stage behind him.

"Is this some kind of joke! What in Iouns name is this bullshit. I am a warrior not a seven year old. I demand a change in venue! This backwater hoe down bullshit is not worthy of my talents!, the expressionless plastic face of the dwarf stared blankly up at Tres. The teenager was unable to display his fright due to the permanent happy expression on his costumes mask. Tres leaned in closer to the unresponsive worker, apparently taking offense to his lack of reaction. "Are you mocking me you piece of gutter trash!", in truth the teenager was scared stiff. Tres waited for a moment as if the teenager could somehow respond through his heavy costume. Tired of his company's seeming inability to speak, Tres shoved the teenager aside and walked forward out into the gaming area of the party place. "Hmph, out of my way..."

Tres stopped in the middle of the gaming area before placing his hands in his jean pockets. "Where is my team...or better yet where is my opponent. I want to get this over with. Each moment I spend here is an insult.", Tres looked around as he began to feel anxious.

Eventually his eyes returned to the stage where a robot Ryugi was performing the solo of some horrible song. "heh...", Tres chuckled quietly to himself. "At least they got the clown part right."

Tres brow rose as Joseph made his appearance after turning off the machines. Tres appreciated the act but he could not imagine why this man spoke to him like he knew him. The warrior had to remind himself that he was often preceded by the popularity of his father. He paused for a moment before bringing his gloved hands out of his pockets.

"So...who are you again?", Tres brought his hands about to his chest level out to his sides inquisitively. The word 'you' was exclaimed by Tres opening his hands. Tres's eyes followed Joseph as he made his way to the arcade machine.

"Hmph Really?"

Tres's face bore an expression of absolute disinterest at the man's somewhat extended introduction of himself. Joseph said he was from Sigil but Tres did not recognize him. In fact, Tres was not even sure what Team this guy was from and he began to wonder who else would be accompanying him. He hoped someone who was interesting. Tres looked away from Joseph while scratching his chin as if considering what his next move should be. He wondered if he should begin fighting before anyone else arrived, but maybe he thought he should be patient and wait to see what else this Team offered rather than jumping at the first thing he saw.

Tale Feather Wrote:

"Joseph Walsh." Alan would appear on the scene with a hand at his forehead. He wasn't even paying attention to the man as much as looking for the switches that controlled the crazily spinning, pointed lights that were going around the entire area. There was no way in hell he'd be able to fight decently with the occasional hot pink image of a dwarf mug blinding him in the face. It was like they pinned him in this s**t just to piss him off, and he already arrived plenty angry as it was. If he wasn't going to be able to find the switch that shut these lights off, he was going to start ripping the damned things from the ceiling, one frame at a time.

"You're the moron with the geek chick who decided pissing off the special ops in Sigil was a good thing." Alan would say, giving the man a glance. "Didn't think I'd meet you here. Today just keeps getting better..."

He would roll his eyes to have them land afterward on one of the many Pizza's around. "At least there's food."

“Ah Alan. Fancy meeting you here.”

Joseph returned the glare with a sly smirk.

“Now that you’re here, my opinion of who I wanted to fight has changed. Say Tres, How bout this match up. Me and Alan, You and Samayou, and the last match can go to whoever gets here first.”

Popping his knuckles on the Arcade machine, he looked over the lackluster fighting stage.

“Well then, let the First round of Heaven or Hell Commence!”

Joseph stood up, pulling his knives out and staring down at Alan, waiting for the first signs of movement.

"Yeah... I'll just be over here... Too many god damned lights." He would shoot Seig an intentional glare. Alan wasn't much for wanting to help, but who knows, there might have been a heavy handed hint there.

But Alan did not seem very interested in the fight, himself. Joseph in his last encounter acted like a complete and utter idiot back in a far more real, far more imperative situation....

Wait, no that was a motivator.

So why the hell was Alan walking away from the man who had drawn blades towards him to one of the ticket games? Even putting a coin in one!

Because, that particular game...

was Skee-ball.

Heaven or Hell: Round One

Theme: Gundam 00 By Kenji Kawai

Post 1/17: Do I get tickets for smashing his nose in?

cunk-clunk-clunk-clunk

Alan was quick to grab the first ball that came down the metal and wood side railing.

In spite of his opinion of the absolute b*****d his team leader was. Alan had taken Tres's advice to heart, and had spent the time walking to the skee-ball table to focus on an element, something to clear his head into the combat. Having chosen it, and provided he didn't get a chair to the back or anything. He'd have it at the ready by the time he finished the quick aim at the guy's face.

If Joseph didn't realize what Alan was doing by then and try to stop him, then he deserved the Skeeball getting chucked right at his face. Alan wasn't a half bad aim with it either, throwing it like a practiced baseball player. Thought it might not have been as accurate as he liked. These damned blasted lights were were going to be a continual problem. At least he had lead them away from the main stage area for now.

Actions: Coining Skeeball game, Chucking Skeeball towards Joseph's face.

Intended Damage: Broken bridge of nose, concussion, all the various goodies that involve having a weighty ball chucked in your face.

Combat Enchantment: Wind Element Charged.

"Ugh"

Tres spat harshly out loud. The young warrior crossed his arms in front of his powerful chest. Anyone who knew Tres knew that he hated not fighting. When it came to combat he was an anxious individual. He could hardly contain his desire to shove Alan out of the way and fight himself. Tres however wasn't stupid and if there was anything he could do it was control himself.

"Frightened...I'd assume..."

Tres said in response to Lovi's question so as-a-matter-of-factly that it would come across as comical. Whether or not he was talking about himself, his team or the surroundings he left ambiguous on purpose.

"Your not late, hopefully the other team gets here soon. I'm ready to end this."

"No apparently someone on his team has called me out...", Tres began turning to his team mate and student. "Yet he doesn't have the decency to at least be pragmatic about it. Its a damn shame that only the new guys can make it to the bout on time.", Tres said with a clear amount of annoyance in his voice. Tres watched out Gloria stuck to Lovi, he was beginning to understand that out of everyone here Gloria found her to be somewhat of a kindred spirit. It was understandable, there personalities were similar. Both of them were strong, independent women. It seemed strange that Tres tended to surround himself with those who were quickest to confront him. Tres didn't blink as the skeeball hurtled towards Alan's opponent and as it did he began to have some interesting ideas about his less than admirable arena.

[Joseph v Alan

pt 2.

1/17]

Alan would find that Joseph had started to move as well, running towards the door marked, Phaser Tag.

Inside Joseph would find a blacklight lit room about 4000sq feet. Green, red and blue, black lights covered the maze like walls of the Phaser Tag arena.

Joe was clad in an all black β5 combat BDU, his only real advantage in this environment. He made is way down the right of the main area, turning left, right, straight, right, right. To his surprise he found that he was on a simi-elevated position. It was about 6 feet off the ground and allowed a good sniping position, if Phaser Tag was the name of the game. However now it allowed him to see the playing field and notice some things about it.

In the center was a plaza area, a small circular area about the size of half a boxing ring. Diagonally from him on the opposite side of the Arena was a similar elevated position. The rest of the area was a maze of hallways, perfect for confusing an enemy.

The Aura warrior waited for his foe to enter and to observe his path.

Heaven or Hell: Round One, Alan vs Joseph

Theme: Gundam 00 By Kenji Kawai

Post 2/17: Creatures of the night.

Clang, Shatter!

The Skeeball Alan threw went wide as Joseph fled slamming into the adjacent prize booth for the ticket games and shattering the glass frame that held the little bracelet trinkets that sold for 50 tickets a piece.

Sighing, Alan grabbed two more Skee-balls from the stand and chased after his opponent.

"Haaay, yer not supposed to take them there balls away from tha game!" Shouted an awkward teenager in a dwarf outfit, who wasn't properly informed of the tournament event. He was a part time worker anyways.

Alan got to the 'ready room' of the laser tag area when he pause for a moment, smirking to himself.

You see, like any other cheesy place with a laser tag room, the actual arena was preceded by a 'ready area', which contained the clunky and flashy little suits the players wore and had the game attached, as well as the computer that recorded all the information. And all of the light-controls for the arena itself. It was this last thing that caught Alan's eyes

"Oh ******** yes!" He exclaimed as he slammed all the light switches off. to encase the Arena in darkness.

You see, Alan had no problem at all seeing in darkness. He was born and raised in a world without direct sunlight. It was the erratic lights of Dwarf E Fort's main play area that was giving him such a trouble. But Joseph managed to pull himself into an area where the lights were easy to access and shut off. Which let him turn the tables sharply around. Now instead of a location where Alan would have a hard time concentrating and seeing Joseph in detail, Joe would have to fight Alan in the dark.

Unless of course Alan wasn't the only one in the room that could see in the dark.

With all the time that was being wasted in the pursuit, Alan began formulating a plan in his mind, as well as the focus to merge two of his elements together. Alan would duck into the darkened room quickly and almost fully close the door behind him, leaving a crack in the door way provide just enough light for his light-sensitive eyes to see.

He would, however take a left turn away from the path of the light turning a corner in the maze itself before leaping and climbing onto the six foot wall of the maze to crouch on top of it, a feat not difficult at all for a creature like him. Alan's 'air blatter' significantly lightened his weight in general, and being accustomed to perching on thing made it easier for him.

Moving on top of the walls put good ole' Joe right in Alan's line of sight, being able to easily pick out a man dressed in black against what would still be seen to him as a neon-bright section of paint and plastic railing, as Laser Tag places tended to heavily decorate their arena's with.

And with no blinking lights between him and the target, Alan sent another Skee ball wizzing again towards the agent's face, this time his aim was a fair bit better than before, even having to balance himself.

Actions: Pursuit, Cutting the lights to the Lazer Tag Arena, Chucking Skeeball towards Joseph's face. (At first you don't succeed...)

Intended Damage:"Ahh ********, what what was that that just bashed my face in!?"

Physical Traits in use:

Light Sensitivity Wrote:

• Alan has the ability to see detail in low-light or near-dark situations. He cannot see in absolute darkness, however. Additionally, bright lights have a larger chance of blinding him than most other creatures. Highly lighted or bright areas harm his peripheral vision.

Winglung Wrote:

• The Avionic ability to create lighter-than air gasses inside the body to suspend his weight. Full blooded Avions can use this to gain flight, but as Alan's bone density is too high due to his half-blood heritage, Alan cannot sustain flight without magical support. It does, however, aid in acrobatics, physical speed and mid-air recoveries.

Combat Enchantment:

Element Combine in use: Wind, Fire

Desecrator yells back,

"They go where they will. I expect atleast one more to show. I suspect it is he who you will fight. But while I'm here, perhaps we can decide on who my opponent shall be?"

Des moves in a little closer to tone down the noise pollution obscuring their conversation.

Gloria looked at Lovi, then looked at the guy complaining about not having an opponent. She didn't want to force Lovi on the guy, but she didn't want to throw herself on what might as well be the chopping block. She had fallen to the deception of ignoring Yasuo's water urn during her prelims, but she made sure she kept an eye on the larger man's 'Bag O' stuff'.

"You can go at him, Lovi," she said after a moment. She knew her teammate was a bit sore at her lackluster preliminary bout, so she figured she would give her a chance to recover some of her ego.

"Still dunno who this guy that's gunning for Tres' nuts is though," she commented, hearing already two comments about their third being a victim for her mentor.

Heaven or Hell: Round One, Alan vs Joseph

Theme: Gundam 00 By Kenji Kawai

Post 3/17: This fight lacks BURNING.

Alan didn't say anything in retort. He had gotten what he wanted, well, sort of. He really did hope that Joe would have taken a Skee ball to the face. But he had one left so that hope was still alive.

But that scheming mind of his was still in motion as he saw his opponent duck into the corridors of the maze. The nice thing about being on top of the walls, however, meant Alan had a vantage point, and could track his motions and use the formation of the maze itself to his advantage.

In this, Alan would let his wings unfurl for additional balance, as he bounded from wall to wall in pursuit of the agent. Keeping them close comparatively, however, as they had a wide span and if he was to dive in after Joeseph, he was going to need the room. Certainly Joeseph could hear the occasional footfall at a distance above him if he really strained for it. However this was a laser tag zone after all, the loud, corny techno-remix of dwarfish drinking songs edited for PG content blaring through every available speaker might hurt his attempts to rely upon his hearing.

Alan would pace with Joseph towards a corner turning into a narrow corridor. This is where Alan would close the distance. Once Joseph entered the corridor, Alan would pass above it from the side in front of Joseph. As he did Joseph would hear a distinct snapping sound of Alan's Katar blade in his right gauntlet extending out and snapping into it's locked attack position.

Ker-snap!

Then Joe would suddenly get his vision back as a wake of fire descended at him.

Foosh!

Alan released the energy he had built up, the combined elements let loose through Alan's blade. It created a sharp wake of burning energy, fifteen foot long, running parallel to the walls at the center of the corridor. Spanning its length and threatening to strike the agent, which if hit, would not only cut him, but would light the path of the cut on fire for a time.

Joe himself was not the intended target, however, as much as the corridor floor. For if it struck the floor itself, a five foot tall wall of fire would span the length of the slash as it impacted the ground. The entire corridor itself would then become a fire trap, as the intensity and proximity of the flames in that small of a corridor would make it impossible to navigate through it along the sides without getting burned, or such was the plan. Alan took care to make sure that the majority of the slash, and thus the fire, would land in front of Joesph so that continuing along the corridor was not a wise thing.

Landing on wall that lead to the initial turn. Alan would check Joe's for whichever direction Joseph choose to go to try to escape the fire. If Joseph got caught by the strike, so much the better. If not, Alan would take the opportunity to immediately pounce at him once clear of the flames, ready to manually smash the b*****d's face in with last remaining Skee-ball, still gripped tightly in Alan's left hand.

Actions: Pursue and corner, Used Element Combine of Air and Fire to light either Joseph in the corridor, or the corridor floor itself. Intended pounce on evasion once clear of the fire.

Intended Damage:

Element Combine -

• If Struck: Laceration by Gale Rend followed by 1 round of being lit on fire from the aspect of Flametoung. (Natural fire may continue occur after duration.)

• On Evade: Possible Burning (and possibly lit on fire) by 5' wall of fire produced from strike upon ground. Pouncing strike with wielded Skee-ball to the head/face (and resulting blunt force trauma).

Physical Traits in use:

Light Sensitivity

Winglung

Wings Wrote:

• Alan possesses a 14' wingspan of owl-style wings, colored blue on the outside and black on the inside. These wings allow for aid in Alan's gliding abilities, as well as giving him the ability to change his course mid-air (subject of course to laws of inertia.) They also serve as a conduit for Alan's Wing Recharge, and can function on the level as additional limbs. Due to the unique physiology of the Avion, these wings can contract and hide themselves into cavities in Alan's back. Expanding the wings leaves these cavities more vulnerable to piercing and striking weapons. (Tough outer hide covering the cavities provide better resistance towards blades than normal skin.)

Combat Enchantment:

Effect: Element Combine Gale Rend + Flametoung

Used: Fire,Air

Right Talon Cooldown: 3

Although Mr. Dharrei himself was a little late in arriving to the fight. It was probably due to the fact he had no mechanism reasoning. Since they were a bit of a foreign thing to him he wasn't used to. At the very least he could offer some relief if his team-mates needed it. Dressed in a coat that was clearly meant to obscure the view of his armor and weapons. He arrived none-the-less to show his support to his team. At the same time however he admonished himself in his mind for not being a bit more prudent to show faster.

At the very least he could come and figure out who he was to fight. And then soundly defeat them to advance, them to the next round. The club was a boisterous one that didn't really fit any kind of location he would want to fight. Far to closed in to many people who could receive collateral damage. Who in the hell would sanction a fight out here in the first place? Were the promoters daft, or just plain incompetent? Shaking his head the jet-black eyes of the soldier looked on regarding the others there. When Rhezzo himself ignored many of the onlookers who eyed the 5'11 figure with object reluctance to introduce themselves. Fine let them just pass him by without looking at him there was no harm in that. At least if they didn't know him he could easily get past to find where the fights were.

Pushing through to the crowd he made his way through to a make-shift arena where he politely stood. Looking toward Joe, though it might be wise to speak up he could tell that Joe was a little subdued and thought better of it. Looking at the other individuals there, he wondered if he should pick someone and make a match, or let one of them approach him.

"Hn."

Sama could smell the power, it was an odd one indeed...Psionic? When did Tres gain Psionic abilities, this was a new development the Devil was not prepared for at all. The beast of Rock Fist had weathered elementals, physical trauma, energy blasts and hard lead bullets but only a few times had he ever fought a Psion…Ertai being one of them. Could the Devil steel his mind from the psionic waves and energy concussion blasts? It was a test of will and mental fortitude in which the Devil was confident, but still taken back by the development. However if any worry or doubt was in his body his granite face did not show it. The white eyed monster glanced at Tres, not once changing expression or stance. He stood tall, arms crossed over his chest glancing out over those who where competing. His voice booming like the thundering hoofs of a thousand wild horses running across the open plains, drowning out almost all noise.

“Tresondros Ecstuffuan, son of Sieg and Athena Ecstuffuan. The Mother a Greco Roman Grappling Genius, the father a Hand to Hand Expert and Master of Jujitsu. For those two to produce a son, never have I seen such a potent mix of determination and athletic skill.”

Still the Devil remained in his position for it was not his turn to fight, it was Joe’s turn and so if Tres wanted to battle the Devil another time then he would need to wait his turn. The Ebony Warlord would not back down from a fight, but at the same time he wanted to fight others, new people who he had never met, he hoped Tres felt the same. But anyway it happened the Devil was happy to have a challenge.

"Oh you don't know the half of it."

A grin sprang upon the dread headed warriors face as his dreads rose in a non-existent wind, fluttering wildly like the heads of a viper standing high over its prey. Tres's teeth glistened brightly in the bright multicolored hues of the stage area. The tall warrior took in a deep breath through his nose and exhaled emerald vapors that seemed to be crystals half formed from a bright gaseous energy. The emerald king nature of Tres's soul only showed itself when he knew he was in for a real fight.

Tres stepped forward with his left foot raising his arms up to about his hip level. This step spread Tres's feet medium width from one another with his left foot in front of the right. Smoothly from this position Tres pushed off of his left foot while swinging his right foot to his left.

This bouncing step moved Tres to his left in a circular path around Sama beginning a rhythmic dance of fancy footwork. Simultaneously his right hand moved up to brush his nose with the tip of his thumb and his left hand dropped down low. Tres fought Sieg before, he would know the Jeet Kune Do footwork.

Sama wasn't a push over, he was bigger and likely stronger than Tres. However, Tres doubted the devils technique and he would test it now. As Tres began his footworking lateral movement around to face sama's right side just outside of striking range, his FIGHTER sparked to life, glowing brightly between his wrist and his bracer armored forearms.

His right hand dropped on guard in front of his face after brushing his nose while his left hand stayed low around his left hip area. Suddenly after Tres attempted to move in front of Sama's right side, he stepped forward with his right foot. Was he transitioning into southpaw stance?

No

CRSH!

The step forward was just a set up for the left low muay thai round kick. Tres's constantly shifting footwork and stance was merely a distraction to mask the body mechanics that would give even the slightest telegraph to the left low round kick. Tres's dura-steel guard covered left fore-leg would come crashing down against the side of Sama's lower right thigh in a tight arching path, allowing Tres to bend his right leg to sink his weight into the powerful blow.

The kick was so strong that it would smash through the leg of the table Tama had been leaning on as if it were not there and collide viciously into the devils lower right thigh. The damage caused by this attack would make it difficult to move quickly on that leg. However due to Sama's tremendous weight he did not have to worry about his own leg being knocked from under him. The table Tama leaned on would begin to slump due to the destroyed leg.

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[Joseph v Alan

Pt 2

3/17]

Clink!

Joseph turned around and dashed forward back the way he came. The fire attack flew over head singeing his hair, but he kept going until he heard the ruffling of feathers that accompanied Alan’s decent towards him.

“Tier 3”

The aura restrainers on Joe’s arm lit up first red, and then zigzag lines of green replaced them, a sign of his power unlocking from within. Golden lights appeared and formed the blade extensions to his Knives, both of which were already in a stabbing motion towards the avian half-breed.

Joseph’s intent was to impale Alan and end the fight here, but there was room for error.

Quote: Tier 3 release:

Aura katanas; using his trench knives as a medium, he creates aura blades extending about 2’ from the grips. 5% Integrity used per post active.

This is the one I have in my journal, I didn't grab my laptop...again

Lovi's attention had already followed the gentleman to the stage, her gaze cautious and uncertain, if only due to her previous failure in the preliminary bout. That particular wound would wear itself upon her sense of pride for some time yet. But maybe this would be different. She had to believe that it would be if she hoped to surpass her ever dwindling expectations.

"How polite," she thought aloud, unfolding her arms from a crossed position over her chest as she stepped forward to fill the final space. True enough, she was eager to get moving. If nothing else, she was at least curious as to what the man intended to do with his chosen weapon, selected from whatever assorted collection was stashed away in the confines of an otherwise unassuming duffel bag. She had half hoped to see him produce an over-tall floor lamp, as the mystery of the bag made him appear something like a murderous Mary Poppins. She smirked at the thought, then pushed it to the back of her mind as she ascended to the miniature stage.

She was quickly beginning to realize that if there was anything in the world she hated more than useless and overcomplicated technology, it was likely useless, overcomplicated technology with a face and deafening voice box.

"Forgive me if I overlook certain formalities," she said, stopping at the far end of the stage. She wasn't keen on shaking anyone's hand for the time being.

The mechanical musicians paused briefly, granting the woman a false hope before immediately blaring into another "catchy" tune. Driven by her increasing irritation, she grabbed the nearest robot performer by the ears and twisted once, then yanked its head clean off. It hadn't quite stopped the music, but it was about as satisfying as anyone might expect.

Without missing a beat, she took after her teammate's influence and hurled the severed piece at her opponent. Not her usual course of action, but an altogether fulfilling one.

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One good turn deserved another, she supposed. Whatever small show of strength she had hoped to convey in ripping off the mechanical head, Des was prepared to match her display, if not surpass it entirely.

Lovi wasn't one for dodging obstacles, much though she had improved at thinking on her feet (actually, 'much' was a generous term in this instance). She dove over the approaching object and rolled once before stopping her momentum. Her opponent seemed to have a careful eye and quick wit, for she barely had a fraction of a second to register and respond to the blade intent upon embedding itself in her person.

Quote: Intercept: Lovi examines her target's route of travel and devises the best point and means to stop them whether it's tripping up a strafing opponent or nabbing some mobile object. With ancestry hailing from the ancient berserks, she has adapted their fabled technique of catching fast moving projectiles and hurling them back at their opponent with deadly accuracy. This ability applies to spears, stones, axes, knives and other larger weapons. Catching arrows requires and extra strain on her agility, and cannot be hurled back at an enemy.

Lovi can intercept some magic projectiles such as fire balls, ice spears, ect, but will take full damage before returning fire on her opponent.

Lovi may not have had quick feet, but her hand/eye coordination had been drilled to death for precisely this scenario. She caught the knife just barely, and returned fire with a bit of blind intention; her knowledge of the opponent's position having been distracted from. If it didn't hit him, she at least hoped it would peg another one of those damned singing monstrosities.

Her right hand was suddenly enveloped in warmth. She cast her eyes down to find that she had taken hold of the knife too roughly, a small pool of blood filling her palm as the slight sting set in from a few minor cuts. She curled her hand into a fist, small red beads spilling from betwixt her fingers as she poised herself to launch at him from a lower position.

The realization of the cuts left her distracted and quite open. If Des had not taken the opportunity to lash back while she was off guard, then she would spring forward and charge at him with the intention of grabbing him around the middle and, more or less, tackling him.

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Des descended upon Lovi too quickly for her to react in time. Had she not stopped to observe her palm, she might have looked up in time to observe his course of action and move the hell out of the way. Stuck, for the moment, in a knelt position with her left knee to the floor and the right tucked up to her chest, she took the full brunt of his heel with gritted teeth and what looked like a pained grimace. Lovi was made of tough stuff, though. Strong and tempered as her opponent was, if there was one thing she could be sure of, it was that she could handle the damage.

Her head momentarily spinning, Lovi moved on impulse, springing up and forward on her right foot with the intention of ploughing her left knee into his ribs.

(short)

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Lovi went forward, and as she might have expected, Des was well prepared to move out of her way. If nothing else, this was bound to be a learning experience for the amazon, though she supposed the preliminaries should have been much the same. Perhaps the context of the situation had blinded her to any such possibility before. Of course, dwelling on the matter would do her no favors in the current situation.

Her left knee hit the floor, right leg extended somewhat behind her as Des aimed for her head once more. Bracing herself with her left palm, she raised her right hand to catch his knee before he could strike her again. One headache was enough within single day, thank you. Defending with an open hand may not have been a wise choice, but Lovi relied quite heavily on her unnatural strength to make up for such oversights. Leaving a red hand print on his knee, she pushed him back before pushing off of the ground with her left hand and leg to place herself on her feet once more.

Des likely had his next course of action in mind. Much though she wanted to charge onward, she held back for the moment, having taken too much time simply to get back to her feet.

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Positioning. That's what Des had intended with the knee. Having rediscovered Lovi's immovableness, he decides to put some more force behind this next one.

Paying no heed to the blood on his knee, he pushes back off the ground with his left leg and moving forward with the right after a slight ground tap with the foot. His right arm cocks back as he leaps forward with all his weight and comes in hard with a fist intended to bloody Lovi's nose, in a flying superman punch. (link added for visual aid)

Des knows if this one doesn't cause any movement, he's going to be in some trouble. Afterall, only those in the HUEG GAI category could shrug off such a strike; and this woman appears far too 'small' for that. That would also bring into question hidden strengths; of which, he himself possesses a few - Lovi would notice how his striking power is a little higher than she would normally suspect from one of his size... but this is gaia.

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Truthfully, Lovi couldn't say where her strength came from. She was quite small in contrast to the traditional warriors of her homeland; a fact that struck a bit of a sore spot with the woman, even if her strength matched and often surpassed that of her former peers. Friends had speculated that such an attribute may have been a gift from a higher source.. Lovi preferred to think of it as a freak accident of nature. An accident with attached conveniences.

Des, of course, was on Lovi as soon as she was back on her feet. The punch having been made with an added effort that exceeded her initial expectations. She staggered back a couple of steps to keep herself from outright falling. It seemed he had something beyond the scope of his perceived size as well. Not terribly shocking considering the abnormalities in his appearance. Still, it surprised Lovi all the same.

Hell if she was going to let herself fall prey to another (mostly) merciless beating. She found her footing quickly and returned his gesture with a right hook intent upon bloodying his face, her left hand soon to follow suit. She hardly noticed the thin red trail seeping down over her lips.

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Heaven or Hell: Round One, Alan vs Joseph

Theme: Gundam 00 By Kenji Kawai

Post 4/17: Cutting corner.

As Alan came down, Joe's blades came up, neither one would be able to stop their momentum in either case, and the clash could not be avoided.

The small daggers suddenly became two foot long swords, glowing with some strange white Aura. It caused Alan's strong heart to skip a beat, but only until the accompanying pain of the blades biting at flesh cleared his focus again.

"Rrraaaahhh!"

The Agent's left sword had grazed Alan's left upper arm and impaled itself into the fleshy, meaty part of Alan's left wing, so much that the wing, and Alan, flinched that part of his body back to pull itself away from the harm instinctively, this lessened the impact of the blow from the Skee-Ball that would still undoubtedly come to Joseph's face. The second stab, was able to be parted to the right side at the last moment by Alan's right gauntlet, which still had its Katar blade out from the use of the spell.

As light as Alan was, however, the two of them would still tumble to the ground further towards the center of corner turn, and the fire that began to subside in intensity. The magical flame was dieing out, but the carpet itself had caught fire and was sending heavy smoke up into the ceiling above it.

ringalingalingalingalingalingaling...~!

The buildings fire alarm and sprinkler system both activated and rang throughout building. Causing water to pour itself all over the laser-tag segment and possibly other parts of Dwarf E Forts as well.

Alan felt the water begin to spray against the back of his head in constant drabs as he scrambled to remain on top of the tumble, taking advantage of any stunning the blow to the head would give Joseph. The pain shot through his arm and wing into the same shoulder, screaming at him to pull back before Joeseph had a chance to recover and do more damage to his wing. However the fury and exhilaration of battle now pumping into Alan's blood demanded that he returned the favor first.

With his right hand still mostly free, and inside Joseph's guard due to how the mostly blind stab attempts were done, Alan angled his right Katar blade inwards and drove the blade home into the quickest available target: Joseph's left shoulder, twisting the blade in as much as he could. Alan's left hand abandoned the Skee-Ball now and attempted to grasp at Joseph's right arm, intend to dig in the claws in and pull the blade fully out and away from Alan's damage left wing.

Damage Received: Shallow laceration to upper left arm. Stab wound to upper left wing near arch joint (weapon still inside.)

Actions: Scramble to pin. Stab towards left shoulder with right Katar blade (twisting in). Attempt with left arm grip Joseph's left

Intended Damage:

Temporary stunning due to blunt force trauma (reduced from previous post)

Stab would to left shoulder (muscle and tendon damage) minor flesh damage from left claw.

Physical Traits in use:

Winglung - Deflating

Wings- Left wing impailed and attempting to pull back, right pressed close behind body.

Combat Enchantment:

Used: Fire,Air

Right Talon Cooldown: 2

Edits: Clarification.

Tresondros Ecstuffuan Wrote:

Rather than meeting force with force Tres decided rather to control rather than exerting a strength that may in fact be inferior. Despite the fact that Tres's kick did not trouble his balance Tres believed he could utilize a defensive technique to produce an opening in the opponents guard. Tres's balance was saved by the fact that he had performed a low kick that required that he actually bend his stationary leg to lower his center of gravity.

Tres was unsure if his kick had did anything due to the fact that the opponent pressed his offense, a good tactic of using offense defensively but he was not one to dwell in the past until the opponent lay on his back unconscious.

Using the clockwise rotation of his body that was already in motion due to the kick it was a simple act to parry the opponents left hand jab over Tres's right shoulder with his own right arm. clink!, went Tres's bracer against the devils ebony tough skin as the parry smashed against its target.

Simultaneously the dread headed warrior placed his left foot down in an orthodox boxing stance. The parry brought Tres's right arm out to his right while still being on the inside of Sama's left hand guard. So as soon as the parry was performed Tres's body moved into the next action without a trace of hesitation.

While bringing his left hand up to a high guard near his tucked chin, Tres unleashed a powerful right hook to the left side of Sama's chin with the intent to rock the slightly taller devil and bring his steel bearing covered knuckles through his jaw.

Tres's dreads fluttered wildly with each attack swinging with the momentum of his body. Yet his eyes concentrated purely upon his opponent as if they were the calm beneath the storm. His stoic expression promised the sort of seriousness that he lacked in his prelimary bout. His opponent was not a push over and he may have to unleash his full power to claim victory.

PP: 30

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The mind of the psion was that of a computer. An untold number of neural connections firing off in response to relevant external stimuli. These connections were formed from history and not only the years of Tresondros Ecstuffuan but the untold eons that it took to form the Ecstuffuan family fist. Sieg had once told Tres that the ecstuffuan family fist had its origins from the Archangel Micheal and the records of his martial skill in the war in heaven. The devil may have been thousands of years old and wrote the book on combat psychology, but Tres's way was that of the god of fighting.

Heaven or Hell: Round One, Alan vs Joseph

Theme: Two Steps from Hell, United We Stand, Divided We Fall

Post 5/17: The better part of valor.

((Note for the judges: I messed up this post using the formatting for the next post I'll try to preserve the essence of what was in it to begin with.))

Alan felt the attempt to roll the two of them over towards the left. Not being much for grappling himself, Alan was quick to find his footing with his left leg, pushing away on it to be the first of a series of steps backwards.

In his attempt to move back, Alan's left gauntlet parried the slash at his chest, the Katar blade deflecting the attempt, leaving a faint slash into the thick kevlar piercing only it's outermost layer.

The fire supression unit did a fairly good job of making the hallway that was once on fire more nagivatable so, provided Alan escaped, he would make his way down the hall to buy himself more time, and to access his wounds.

His wing wasn't in very good shape. Joseph's tug to try to get him to roll with him complicated the wound on it the sword's way out. It wasen't horrible but he wouldn't want to be trying to hit anything with it any time soon. The pain in the wing alone would probably prevent it from being all that useful. The wound on his arm looked like it was bleeding a bit, but it was difficult to tell the degree with the water from the fire suppression system soaking the wound. It stung quite a bit, but the wound itself was shallow and would likely not impede him from using it.

The corridor wasn't long but split into four different routes. The two ends lead to the exit and the center zone respectively, with the middle two leading into an elaborate loop back into each other. If followed, this is where Alan would make his stand, already focusing his energies into his left gauntlet. The Katar blade attached to the gauntlet would snap into place making itself ready for a more direct confrontation.

Damage Taken: Complication to wound in the left wing.

Actions: Push out of grapple (lead with left leg.) Retreat down corrior to split point if allowed, chargeing Left Talon.

Physical Traits in use:

Wings - Wings close to back, left one more loosly due to damage.Light Sensitivity

Combat Enchantment:

Used: Fire,Air

Right Talon Cooldown: 1

Left Talon: Focus Charged

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The true intent of the uppercut was less so to hurt Sama but more so to put a wedge between them to prevent Sama from being able to reach his left arm all the way behind Tres's back to get a decent hold. Sama would have his wrist underneath his right arm, but not enough to get a full underhook around the body.

After throwing the uppercut and noticing that Sama did not yet abandon his throw, Tres would perform a quick stance shift within the standing grapple. Each movement was performed simultaneously and in a single instance after the uppercut landed. Tres right overhooked the opponents left forearm while twisting his waist in a clockwise turn. This would continue to build distance between his hips and sama while simultaneously giving him a measure of control over the opponents left forearm. At the same time Tres would slide his left hand up the opponents chest while maintaining contact and leverage up to Sama's chest.

Then as Tres performed that single movement, WUD! the knee screamed as it collided into Tres's abdomen. The target had been changed due to Tres own movement after the uppercut. However, it didn't change the fact that Tres had been knee'd in the stomach by a 6"6' 300 plus pound behemoth was going to hurt, a lot. Air shot from Tres's mouth and his stomach seemed to burn in the intense amount of pain. His eyes went wide and his teeth clinched. Water from the sprinkler poured down his face and into his mouth as he grimaced.

Now

Through the shrill cry of pain that echoed throughout Tres's body his mind commanded absolute obedience from his body. Just after the knee struck its target and as Sama's foot would be returning to the ground. Tres used that grip change that he performed as the knee was being thrown to pull against Sama's left arm while pushing against his Chest with his left arm. Tres leaned into the push, pushing with all the strength his body could muster. While Tres didn't have superhuman strength he was the pinnacle of human perfection and that was more than enough to reverse Sama's grapple with his own throw. The left foot would kick back against the opponents stationary right leg would act as a point of leverage, making it so that as Sama's left foot returned down from the knee he would have nothing to catch his tremendous weight with. The opponents stationary right foot would lose some traction due to the now wet floors.

Tres was essentially attempting an Inner reaping throw, countering a strength based throw with a technical judo based throw. If the technique failed, then Tres would get put through a table as his psionic ability had worn off, but if it succeeded then Tama would find himself being pushed down through the table instead.

If tres succeeded he would leave Sama through the table and shuffle step backwards while saying, "You would attempt to grapple with me devil? The ecstuffuan family fist has been known to pin dragons." Each of his steps caused a small splash of water up from the ground. His body dripped with water, Tres found the cool liquid refreshing even though typically the water that poured from fire sprinklers was stagnant and dirty.

PP: 24

Lovi believed that most people experienced empathy through superficial reflections; reading subtle expressions and body language before unconsciously imitating the motions or relaying them in one's memory to find a reference point. After all, nobody really means it when they say 'I understand' or 'I feel your pain' (or joy or anger). But when Des' mood shifted from calculative calm to a seething survivalist (quite drastically, in fact), she could swear that she felt the shift in her own body. She could scarcely believe that a single successful hit would warrant such a dramatic change in one's manner or personality, but there it was.

Real fear was something that Lovi scarcely felt, even in true life or death situations. That momentary terror flashed across her face in the briefest of instances, followed immediately thereafter by excitement.

There was little that Lovi could do in response to his next course of action, her side fully exposed, thank her lack of forward planning. She unfurled her right arm and grabbed at his shoulder for support as she attempted to turn her torso for a more glancing blow. It was still certain to be painful, but all she really hoped to avoid was the inconvenience of pissing blood for a week.

Quickly turning back to face him once more, both hands still on his person, she proceeded on witless impulse ((because LG doesn't feel like watching anymore youtube videos today)) and attempted to pull his torso down as she ploughed her knee into his midsection..repeatedly, if possible.

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Sama Vs tres Post 4 i think?

The Devil had several reactions, all occurring at the same time to ensure his victory. His first was the moment Tres tried to wrap his right arm up the Devil counter acted it. Leaning his weight forward and pulling himself towards Tres. His strength was greater, the devil could in fact pull himself into his target as he thrust his knee up into Tres, in a sense pulling Tres into the knee, furthering the impact. This Close proximity pull was to not give Tres distance, to not let him out of range so Sama could use superior size to control him. It also allowed the Devil to fully slip his arm around Tres’s back, keeping the Boy’s right arm pinned between their torso. This last second pull in also did not allow Tres to turn his hips away, not allowing him to get the distance he so desperately wanted. The Devil also Pulled on the belt, directly influencing Tres’s hips but there was something else Tres would notice as he tried to manipulate the big man, the Devil’s entire body tightened up. The Style was effective in certain defensive situations where a man would tighten his entire body, staying close to his core and allowing his weight to act for him as an anchor. This last second reflex is the only thing that stopped Tres from gaining distance, thus not allowing him to get in a counter throw. Sometimes size, strength, and a little know how was all one needed to stay alive.

Now Sama was indeed on one leg but by pulling Tres in that extra two inches, Tres became Sama’s third leg. For a brief second Tres would try to shove against him, trying to get distance but the bigger man had his grip and nothing would derail him from his goal. His foot slammed into the ground with authority and a brief second later, around the time Tres realized he couldn’t get distance, that is when the Devil lowered his hips, and lifted! His massive arms lifting the younger warrior up and then dragging him down, back first directly into the table! Sama had a ample amount of technical counters and techniques, he could go toe to toe with some of the best, but when it came down to it Sama was a simple man with a LOT of power. Sometimes, that is all one needed, others……not so much. This was thankfully one of those times. The Devil stumbled back a bit as Tres went into the Table, his right hand reaching behind for something as the boy went crashing down.

Somehow the situation felt very familiar to the amazon; an embarrassing recollection crossing her mind as she reflected upon her brief lesson in days prior, wherein she had performed the exact same action with quite similar results. It seemed she would owe her teammate an apology after this, though doing so was sure to leave a bitter taste in her mouth for weeks to come. Much though she wanted to hate her captain (and, truthfully, many of the contestants she had the so-called pleasure of meeting thus far), she couldn't deny him or anyone else their well-earned accomplishments. He was right; she had been too concerned with harming her objective opponent to see beyond the scope of each individual action. A lesson that was sure to be learned the hard way..

Granted, she liked the hard way.

Des had managed to grab a portion of her belt, and while the hard yank had, most certainly, thrown her from her balance and towards the ground, it had also torn the accessory from her person with a rather loud snap. Should he have fallen with her, she would keep her knee raised between them to push him away upon landing. If not, then she was prepared to roll out of his way and scramble back to her feet.

That look in his eye was familiar. It held a sort of enticing quality, as though it were beckoning her blood to boil in turn, that they might feed one another's anger. But Lovi wasn't angry. Not for the moment, anyway.

The mechanical musicians paused again, ceasing their scheduled merriment for a moment before moving on to yet another thrilling number (though half the voices were now either missing or warped beyond the recognition of actual words). The stage lights had started shifting color at a faster pace; various hues of red, blue, green and a vomit-inducing yellow switching from one to the other every two seconds or so. As if the smell of the place wasn't sickening enough.

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"Ugh"

Tres had maintained distance with his left arm, but it didn't matter Sama's strength was such that they operated under different limits. The strength of Sama's arms were vast enough to compensate for the difference in leverage and even though Tres's center of gravity was too far from Sama for a normal man to attempt such a throw, Sama was no normal man. "b*****d!", the dread headed man shouted as he was lifted up and over Sama. Tres fell through the table looking up belligerent at the darkened demon as he moved away from him. Tres sprung up quickly after he fell through the table, groaning in pain audibly but moving as if the punishment was negligible.

Synapses fired off rapidly in Tres's mind. Sama was stronger clearly and he needed to take strength out of the equation. As he rose to his feet Tres took a particular stance. With his feet spread medium width with his left foot forward in front of his right he discarded his armored overcoat by spreading out his arms behind him. He then brought his arms up to guard with his left hand held in front of his jaw with the palm facing forward and the arm slightly bent. His right hand chambered up high near his shoulder with his fist facing towards Sama. Tres watched his movements, the demon reached behind for something. 'A weapon', the young warrior thought as he began to focus his mind reaching deep into his subconcious with the perception of his third eye.

Tres's entire body began to glow with an emerald green effervescent light that seemed to coalesce into steam that seemed to crystalize and burst into gaseous shards the farther it spread from his body. Tendrils of emerald green energy spread out from his bejeweled forehead in a spiral formation. These tendrils of energy crossed and intersected out around Tres's right forearm in a geometric mesh that took the shape of a gauntlet and katar about the length of that forearm. The volume of the mesh filled with what could only be described as an otherworldly swirl of fire and water, constantly shifting and fluttering in some invisible wind. The blade was nothing but a manifestation of his mind and his mind was a thing constantly shifting and changing like the waters of a raging river.

The blade of psionic energy cast a strong green light through the falling waters of the sprinklers. Once the weapon was fully formed it snapped into existence with a shrill howl that promised of destruction. Tres exhaled and the vapors of his breath seemed to crystallize and collapse into mint green gas between the ticks of the moment. His eyes gazing sharply at Sama glowed with a powerful green light, full of power and determination.

"Bring it on!", the young warrior shouted.

Heaven or Hell: Round One, Alan vs Joseph

Theme: Two Steps from Hell, United We Stand, Divided We Fall

Post 7/17: Opportunity.

Alan's retort struck nothing but air, but in turn, his opponent slammed himself on the ground adjacent to him on Alan's left side. The Avionic Halfbreed's gut reaction had saved him from a very unpleasant encounter with Joseph's knives.

Alan's eyes followed Joseph as he twisted and landed on the ground. The familiar sound of air being forcefully lost out of the lungs the heaviness of the thud. Alan had fallen such a way many times, and his instincts screamed at him to use the opportunity.

Pursuit and follow-through were the dominant things on his mind. Now more aware of his surrounding Alan was able to focus his will, his thought into a solid, indomitable need. Bringing his energy to focus in spite of pain searing through the arm of his wing.

Alan's left arm reached out to grab at Joseph's right arm using the armored forearm to push and hold Joseph's arm down. At the same time Alan's right wing pushed against his weight as he twisted, trying to keep the majority of the weight on his left arm and right wing. The attempt was to pin Joseph's right arm down and twist and shift his body enough to

Alan would twist towards his winded opponent.

This would lead to Alan putting the majority of the weight on Joseph's right side, pinning him from trying to roll away, not that there was much room left to roll in the tight corner they had been fighting in. If Joseph had not tumbled to the ground, he likely would have slammed himself into the wall. There wasn't much room left anymore to maneuver.

Alan's right gauntlet would punch again, this time, at a narrower angle intended into Joseph's right side just above where his arm. His aim would be far more intentional too, just below the last rib midway between the side and center a stab here would make any movement an agony and would cause his opponent to likely bleed out if not careful. Alan himself, kept his body to Joseph's right side.

During all of this and perhaps a seemingly unimportant matter to Joseph was how drenched the two fighters would be at this point. Almost all of the flames that had caught from Alan's magical fire would be flickering out and the carpet itself was soaked, leaving very little light left from that source. The walls as well were dripping with the water. However, Joseph was going to find out very soon just how deliberate all of this was. The plan Alan had brewed as he pursued his opponent into the Laser Tag arena was about to be complete.

Actions: Twist/Roll to pin Joseph's right arm/side down, stab attempt with right Katar towards Joseph's right side.

Intended damage: Deep stab wound, Liver/Intestine damage, Threat of bleeding out in a number of rounds possible.

Physical Traits in use:

Wings - Right wing put to use as leverage to assist Alan's twist-to-pin.

Light Sensitivity

Combat Enchantment:

Used: Fire,Air

Element Focus: Water

Wrote: The Devil stumbled back

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Tres sprung to his feet as Sama stumbled back. This means that Tres getting up was a quick and sudden movement.

Using that momentum, he simply rose his right dura steel bracer up in a high guard to block the attack. The chair would splinter harmlessly against his forearm as Tres got to his feet. 'You ********>, Tres thought as he watched the shards burst all around them in a miraculous display of physics.

In the moment after the chairs destruction against his strong guard, Tres would attempt to throw a snapping jab to the devils face while shuffle stepping to his left to get out of Sama's forward line of attack. The jab would come over Sama's arms who would be forced to follow through with the downward arc of the chair. Sama was a strong man, what did he have to fear from a little jab...However something would happen as soon as the jab would reach its target.

A bright spark of energy would erupt between the fingers of Tres's hand as his fist charged through the falling water. A crystal of psionic energy shaped into that of a small throwing knife had suddenly appeared tucked between his middle and ring fingers. The base of the knife was being supported by the bottom of his left palm and if the jab hit its mark, the blade would be plunged into Sama's right cheek.

Simultaneously Tres's right arm returned to a normal boxing guard with his chin tucked behind his right hand. His stance would be strong and solid despite having just returned to a standing position.

PP: 23

(To rehash Tres's pp usage. Brace was actually 5 points. Manifest mind blade was also 5, but Tres never got to actually use it due to an interrupt. Now Tres is using crystal shard as an immediate action, which is 2 points, putting him at 23)

[Joseph V Alan

Pt 2

Strikers, doing their job since 4:49 pm CST

7/17]

As something whirred over head, Joseph thought he could see Alan tense up and hesitate.

If that was the case, he would whisper, “Tier 1”

Instead of the small several motes of light that normally made up his Aura abilities, hundreds rushed around him, their small darting forms may entice Alan to back the ******** off.

Of course while this light show was going was going on, Joseph’s left arm came up and back down in an attempt to stab the Avian in the back of his upper right arm.

If all of this worked, Joseph would move his left leg behind Alan’s right and throw his weight forward, hoping to push and knock the half-breed off and down, in attempt to gain some room to move about.

[Joseph V Alan

Pt2

8/17]

As the Avian backed away, the Golden Motes of light formed a thin veil in front of Joe.

“Tier 2.”

The Aura shield froze instead of Joseph; however his movement was still limited. He had kept himself from getting pinned in one aspect, yet he was still deep within his foe’s trap.

“******** Metas.”

Joe had bought at most 6’ of movement space, not enough to break the ice around him, however depending on the walls…

Creek Creeeek Crack, Instant Hole

Plywood. Goddamn plywood. Needless to say four kicks to plywood whose surroundings had been flash frozen was sufficient to get to the other side.

Now to get out of here on solid ice…..

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Heaven or Hell: Round One, Alan vs Joseph

Theme: Two Steps from Hell, United We Stand, Divided We Fall

Post 9/17: What flavor ice cream?

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Alan's intentions weren't false. Alan was not going to give Joseph the time to struggle without punishment. He wouldn't even give him time to finish the sentence. As soon as the shielding went down Alan hand himself positioned above Joseph, with him focused on kicking the wall behind him in order to struggle his way out, a method that would avail him little, Alan would be quick to capitalize.

Without any grace or ceremony, Alan would lash the full strength of his right leg and steel toed boot. out in a brief sweep kick, right into Joseph's head. The trajectory would depend on how Joseph's one free arm reacted. If it would strike out to try to take a blow at Alan's leg, Alan would deepen the sweep into Joseph's face and already broken nose, his right arm would lower to guard, parallel as he did so. Alan of course was leery of the two foot swords returning, considering his aura he had emitted before, and the fact that he saw the blades afterwords last time, he wasn't about to take any chances.

If he tried to cover his his face the kick would aim towards the crown of his head instead. Given Alan's chosen positioning for the strike, however, Joseph would have to stop what he was doing an choose to guard first, as stabbing or blocking with your head and kicking with your feet was quite the awkward motion.

No matter what the case, Alan was already back into focus, this time into his right gauntlet once again. Alan had no illusions that if he was going to finish this, this would be the time to do so.

"What was that? '********' Oww?" Alan quipped, making a suggestion to finish the sentence he interrupted.

It wasn't even clear if Joseph would still be conscious when he said it, however, a full force boot to the head could easily knock the man out in his position. But if not, Alan knew that the next blow would finish it.

Actions: Proper positioning near the top of pinned Joseph's body (adjacent, not above.) Boot to the head.

Intended damage: Bludgeoning, disorientation, possible Knockout.

Physical Traits in use:

Wings - Left wing draping slightly, Right wing shifting into a ready position.

Light Sensitivity

Combat Enchantment:

Used: Fire,Air, Water

Left Gauntlet Cooldown: 1

Right Gauntlet: Focus Charged

Notice: Remaining Charges, 2

Heaven or Hell: Round One, Alan vs Joseph

Theme: Two Steps from Hell, United We Stand, Divided We Fall

Post 10/17: Insult and injury.

Alan did not even bother to voice a reply. In his mind, he had the advantage. He could have gone to punch the man's throat or stab him in the back or any number of things that would simply decimate the man in ways not easily recoverable. It would have been wiser had the man said 'yield'. It was this strange, cocky sense, beyond sensible reason, that made Alan dislike the man in the first place from their encounter back in Sigil. Joseph always seemed to underestimate his foes, and nothing angered Alan more than being underestimated. This just sparked more fury in the Avionic Halfbreed.

It did not help that at this point, the wounds of Alan's wing were beginning to wear at him. The whole thing was throbbing now and the bleeding was having an effect on Alan's thinking. Right now, anger was the primary reasoning that kept him going. He was going to finish this, then turn his attentions to mending his wing.

Instead of replying, Alan made sure the punch on his foot would be the last defense his arm had.

Alan's body surged with energy as he committed his Earth charge to his gauntlet, the focus giving him much more strength, and more importantly, weight, to his figure.

Moving in by dropping to a knee on the right leg Alan reached his right arm out to grab the arm and wrest the blade part away from Alan's body. Alan would slam down on the frozen Agent's temple with the metal brunt side of his left gauntlet . If that didn't knock him out clean, he'd attempt again. He'd stop when he heard a yield, or Joseph passed out from the blows.

Regardless, Joseph likely wasn't going to like how his head felt.

Actions:Moving close. Using Arm of Gigas to force leverage on Joseph's arm and get a clean hammer-blow to Joseph's temple. Repeat on failure to knock-out, or hear a yield.

Intended damage: Severe head Trauma, likely knock-out.

Physical Traits in use:

Wings -

Light Sensitivity

Combat Enchantment:

In use:

Arm of Gigas Wrote:

• The gauntlet sends a surge of magical energy through Alan's body, temporarily doubling his strength. Additionally, this also doubles his weight density in all forms of impact and leverage. Contrary to the power's name, this effect works for all of his body, and not just his arm. The effect however only lasts a few short moments (1-2 posts maximum.)

Used: Fire,Air, Water

Left Gauntlet Cooldown: 1 +2 =3 (Note: Additional Cool-down added due to special effect of Arm of Gigas.)

Right Gauntlet Cooldown: 2

Notice: Remaining Charges, 1

(Small edit for reasoning clarification)