(Hope ya'll don't mind if I just hax myself in now.)
''Aww.. Ertai.''
The voice resounded from outside the arena, slowly approaching. It appeared as though the Celfoid had finally made it to where he should have been initially. He had thought he was perfectly capable of navigating the large tournament grounds, but navigation wasn't his issue. It was the sheer amount of information flowing around in a single place, in Gaia, of all places. Of course, the Squeeze-Shack fast food chains on his own planet processed more data in a few seconds than some planets do in their lifetime. Still, it was refreshing for the Celfoid.. the constant background noise he felt through subtle fluctuations in electronic circuits and wireless connections helped calm and ease him in to the alien world.
It wasn't but a few seconds before Jerich arrived that the fight had begun, and it seemed to be progressing smoothly. Despite his species natural pacifism, Jerich loved to fight. Then again, the Celfoids consider martial arts a recreational activity or hobby. Disappointed nonetheless, Jerich decided he wanted at least some action this fight. Besides, who knows if the team would even make it to the second round? What if doesn't even get a chance to fight on his own? These fantasies fueled a spark of discontent and mild anger within the ring-side fighter.
But the flame of regret burning from the possible dissatisfaction was nothing compared to the incandescent solar body that raged within... it swarmed not for the tournament, but for Ertai's soul. The Celfoid was driven by a genetic urge to fight the man, to slay him, to erase all known traces of him. His higher mental functions prevented him from acting as such instantly, that instinct drove him to join this tournament to begin with.
Celadon eyes glazed over the fight between Rayner and Ertai, intently focused with an obvious glint of envy. His right arm rose, digits extending to wash away the auburn strands obstructing his field of vision. His left index finger lightly traced itself across the cold steel of a pistol.
It ached...
For all his life, Jerich had been faced with many decisions. Life or death decisions.. some that had affected thousands of lives at once, and each one he regretted. Here, he felt that same pressure crash upon him like a merciless ocean wave. This time it was a little more personal.
A decision?
''...Better not lose, drekhead.''
Having whispered to himself, Jerich's fingers dashed over to his wrist, hovering momentarily over the bracelet laid there, given to him by the tournament staff. With a flick of the switch, it was on.
Ten seconds
Team Assist
The Celfoid mind burst into life and activity. Essentially a sentient biological computer, the fourth member of Team Sovereign threw himself past the boundaries and into the action. Here was his passion, his life, everything he had ever come to know.. it was all here in this field. The realm of combat. Jerich's mind went into a calculative state, taking into account as much sensory information as possible. His incredible mental faculties, designed as a mixture of organic and software structures, contained such deviations of human physiology as neo-myelin, reaction enhancements. Within his brain was nothing short of organized chaos, countless calculations made, both sides of the brain working in perfect harmony.
With this mental power, Jerich accurately determined the distance between his target, himself, the other combatants, and the building in the midst of the plain that miraculously still stood. The speed and direction of the winds, presence of debris, his own physical limitations and restrictions imposed by the environment, all calculated extraordinarily quickly... And Ertai was on the stairway to heaven.. or, a sky-diving adventure at least.
9 Seconds
With little time to waste, the metahuman looked instinctively inwards, drawing forth his own spiritual essence. Source, the Celfoid equivalent of Ki as it was called, began to flow through his body.. flooding the nadic channels of his auric frame to coat his legs and feet in raw essence. An accumulation of spiritual energy that, through force of will and honing of spiritual talent, was forced to materialize as needed into unblemished kinetic energy. Jerich's right foot launched forward as his left slid back to support him. Currently, the wind was against him.. making it a little harder to reach his target. Nothing he couldn't handle though.
And he's off!
Jerich launched himself forward, using the Source pooled in his lower limbs to accelerate himself in a manner that probably wasn't too healthy. He had to make all the calculations beforehand, the buffeting winds and dust made it extremely annoying to keep a clarified visual on what was going on, especially at the speeds he was going. He would escalate... to near forty miles per hours, gaining on his target. But who was his target? The way things looked right now, that would be Rayner.
7 seconds
He was getting closer, perhaps no more than a quarter of a football field away. Within the next second or two he would be able to land a strong physical blow into Rayner. He attempted entering in such a way that would allow him to approach from Rayner's left, flanking to perhaps land a strike with his active Monitor Bus technique. There were many possibilities open to Jerich, several of which were processed near-instantaneously within his mind's eye.
And then he deviated.
Jerich swayed towards his left, altering his trajectory in such a way that he would not come in direct contact with Rayner, but instead pass behind him by exactly one and a half feet. If the combatant wasn't entirely focused on Ertai, he would probably be able to notice such a thing. The Celfoid seemed entirely intent on passing his foe without hesitation, and indeed that was his plan. Fleshy optical lids peeled back as a flying plank threatened to send Jerich on a free trip to concussion land, something would have to be done about that.
6 Seconds
With as much concentration as he could muster, Jerich executed his plan. As the wooden plank neared him his left knee voluntarily collapsed, nearly touching the grassy field below but not quite making contact. His back hunched as he leaned forward, twisting his head towards his right shoulder and glimpsing past the wind-guided wood for a brief moment, where he caught sight of yet another wooden board coming towards him. His enhanced reaction time and mathematical computation skills came into effect once more, determining that by a slight diversion in his movement he could allow the second plank to just barely pass him.
Perfect.
Now as close to Rayner as he could possibly get, Jerich exerted influence over his own body, amplifying one of his racial skills to it's limit. The abundance of electrical signals in his body became flushed and amplified by his Source, sent arching out the tips of his right arm's fingers, and directly towards the back of Rayner's body. The electricity would cause roughly a three second paralysis of the target, wresting voluntary control of his muscles like a taser, assuming the man had no extra electrical resistance aside from his skin. The lightning bolts jumped from location to location, covering the majority of the knight's body and armor if allowed to shock for it's full duration. It was his hope that the armor might actually help the affecting shock by conducting it directly into the foe's skin. Though with the proliferation of bolts, it was highly unlikely that less than a few to several would strike naked flesh, the Source-enhanced electricity programmed to temporarily commandeer his voluntary muscle units.
5 Seconds
Unfortunately, such an attack was not without it's side-effects. Celfoids were never meant to utilize their minor electrokinetic powers in such a way, and it was physically exhausting. Jerich could both hear and feel the sizzling of his own skin as the primal force exited his body forcibly. But he wasn't quite done, no.. not just yet. He continued hurling himself forward, on towards the second piece of lumber the wind had gifted in his general direction, his spiritual energies still granting him added velocity.
As it approached, Jerich would make the last split-second calculation he required. Taking into account his own velocity, as well as that of the plank and it's trajectory, he leaped only barely out of it's path of collision, torquing his body as he did so into a twist. His still scorching right arm extended and grasped the wood, from beneath the billowing curtain of auburn hair his eyes settled again upon Rayner. With what might his right arm could currently muster, he launched the board outwards, flicking his wrist and turning his fingers as he released to generate added spin. The board would be sent hurling towards the upper section of Rayner's spine, where Jerich had hoped the foe's head would be if he lost control over his legs and knees. With that, Jerich spent his remaining Monitor Bus energy exiting the arena.
His back made contact with the ground and skidded across the plain until he was effectively out of the fighting area. Admittedly it was a little painful, but he wanted to see the fruits of his efforts as he withdrew. It was obvious that after this little stunt, Jerich wouldn't be doing any reliable assisting any time soon. Took quite a chunk out of him, that one did.
Team Assist End
Bio-Computer Wrote:
Name: Bio-Computer
Type: (Passive)
Duration & Cooldown: (Passive)
Effect: Celfoids are essentially organic computers, capable of quick execution and calculation. They excel in solving problems. They possess supercomputer-like calculation speed, and can receive multiple streams of digital input. Basically, Celfoids are good at calculating things, and can ''multiprocess'' with great efficiency (such as utilizing 3-5 different streams of visual input simultaneously). In addition, all Celfoids have an ability known as Electrokinesis Type-II (EK-II), which allows them to influence minor electric signals to influence devices, such as computers, though not all Celfoids can hack with this utility.
Computation-M Wrote:
Name: Computation-M
Type: Mental (15% Drain)
Duration & Cooldown: Sustained / 5 (posts)
Effect: Computation-M allows a Celfoid to make split-second mathematical calculations at blinding speed, and greatly enhancing their ability to perceive physical action and occurrences as mathematical formula and problems. Through Computation-M, a Celfoid gains the ability to determine trajectories, arcs, patterns, and speeds of any target. In more basic terms, a Celfoid gains supernatural reaction speed. (Computation-M uses up 15% Drain for each post it is sustained)
Monitor Bus Wrote:
Name: Monitor Bus
Type: Physical/Spiritual (15% Drain)
Duration & Cooldown: Instant / 3 (posts)
Effect: Source pools in the feet and shoulders of the Celfoid, allowing them to rocket forward at speeds of forty-five miles per hour (45mph).
Overload Wrote:
Name: Overload
Type: Physical (20% Drain)
Duration & Cooldown: Instant / Once per battle
Effect: The Celfoid can forcibly enhance the power of their Electrokinesis Type-II at the cost of physical well-being. This results in a taser-like extension from the Celfoid's finger-tips up to three feet (3ft) that electroshocks the target, generally resulting in a post's worth of temporary paralysis (may differ based on opponent's resilience). It is super-effective against Young Skywalkers.
Physical Drain: 35%
Mental Drain: 15%
Spiritual Drain: 20%
( As an added note, The Monitor Bus ability was changed during profile revision and I don't exactly know/remember what that change was, so if I was mistaken about the speed involved in this technique, please correct me. Thank'ya. )
