[3rd Place] Bloodwater Mists

HoH season 12. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.

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Table of contents
  1. King Haelstrom
  2. King Haelstrom
  3. Unchecked Twitch
  4. LuvMonke
  5. The Duke of Id
  6. Master Nemesis
  7. Tres Ecstuffuan
  8. Unchecked Twitch
  9. Tres Ecstuffuan
  10. Glory Sieg
  11. The Duke of Id
  12. Glory Sieg
  13. LuvMonke
  14. Unchecked Twitch
  15. Tres Ecstuffuan
  16. Master Nemesis
  17. Glory Sieg
  18. Unchecked Twitch
  19. Tres Ecstuffuan
  20. Unchecked Twitch
  21. LuvMonke
  22. Tres Ecstuffuan
  23. Unknown
  24. Tres Ecstuffuan
  25. Unchecked Twitch
  26. Tres Ecstuffuan
  27. Unchecked Twitch
  28. Tres Ecstuffuan
  29. The Duke of Id
  30. Glacialic Acid
  31. Glacialic Acid
  32. Glory Sieg
  33. Unchecked Twitch
  34. LuvMonke
  35. Tres Ecstuffuan
  36. Unchecked Twitch
  37. Tres Ecstuffuan
  38. Master Nemesis
  39. Unchecked Twitch
  40. Glory Sieg
  41. The Duke of Id
  42. Tres Ecstuffuan
  43. LuvMonke
  44. Unchecked Twitch
  45. Tres Ecstuffuan
  46. Unchecked Twitch
  47. Tres Ecstuffuan
  48. Master Nemesis
  49. Unchecked Twitch
  50. Glory Sieg
  51. Tres Ecstuffuan
  52. Unchecked Twitch
  53. LuvMonke
  54. Tres Ecstuffuan
  55. Tres Ecstuffuan
  56. The Duke of Id
  57. Unchecked Twitch
  58. Tres Ecstuffuan
  59. Unchecked Twitch
  60. The Duke of Id
  61. Tres Ecstuffuan
  62. Unchecked Twitch
  63. Glory Sieg
  64. LuvMonke
  65. Master Nemesis
  66. Tres Ecstuffuan
  67. Tres Ecstuffuan
  68. Tres Ecstuffuan
  69. Glory Sieg
  70. The Duke of Id
  71. LuvMonke
  72. Master Nemesis
  73. Tres Ecstuffuan

1King Haelstrom

Bloodwater Mists

Yup. It seems they really weren't kidding about the whole, "too bad if you lose" thing, because guess who got "rescued," given food, then dumped right back into this hell hole? Odessa.

Only now, Rising Star gets a taste too! And for added fun: the last set of "fights" here agitated the ecosystem and wildlife something fierce.

It was hungrier.

Only a real sadist would send a living creature into this horrific no man's land in the western border nation of Zine known as Baelmog. There were no "routes" into this place, no roads, no paths. Frankly, travelers knew better than to even enter. Stories were told and peddled, about magi gone mad, about olden gods waging war, about the world itself dying and this place being an example of its death throes; few people had any interest in confirming a damned spec of it.

It was very hot. Absurdly humid, it was almost impossible within moments of arriving not to break out into a sweat. What often killed the foolhardy, was some kind of bizarre mirage - upon being submerged in the disgusting, nearly boiling hot waters, one would see nearby land. Yet, no matter how hard they swam, how long they marched, they would never reach it. Eventually, they would die from exhaustion and losing too much blood to the innumerable leeches; outside rescue from above was virtually the only means of survival.

Perfect too! Since, a military airplane tilted to one side.. and dumped both of the combating teams out of it, sans a parachute, at just the right height -- causing both teams to fall straight into the parasite ridden waters. Likely wouldn't hurt them ... initially. The immediate area was around 100x100ft, the waters in said region waist high with no discernible height difference. Off in the distance, you could see an inviting shore..

"GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

..and hear the most obnoxious screech of your life worse than a banshee's or any other, causing your ears to throb in agonizing pain.

Quote:** Wrote:

General - A 100ft x 100ft circular region of downright terrible watermarsh.

The water itself is at a lovely 125° F; within five-six minutes, third degree burns would set in. Comfortable. Of course, multi-thousands of fat sluglike, dark black leeches that would immediately begin sinking into every bit of exposed flesh and attempt to bite through your clothing would be noticeable.

If that doesn't seem comforting enough, the bedding of this area is made of extremely smooth stone; due to the buoyancy of this water, movement isn't impeded at all. One can maneuver as though they were on land.

Off in the near-yet-so-far distance, some monkey creature keeps howling. It is legitimately painful, and you can to your surprise, feel your ears begin to irritate into injury.

The entire area is foggy, creating 50% vision conditions.

Finally, of what you can see of the sky, .. it is to your growing dread, for the sky is colored a particularly ominous mixture of black and green.

Weapons - Leeches, if you feel grabbing leeches is particularly intelligent. You can also splash the boiling hot water you're submerged into at your opponent. Sky's the limit.

Natural Element Resource - Water, stone.

Bonus Effects -

-Fog/Steam: 50% vision.

-Water: After 4 posts, fighters' flesh will begin scalding.

-Leeches: Stamina will degrade over the course of the fight, unless care is demonstrated. That having been said, the leeches are very affectionate. They'll draw their body's worth in blood, fall off, and let their next of kin take a shot.

-Screeching: Every 2 posts (e.g. 2nd posts, 4th posts, 6th, etc.), a demonic monkey will howl, causing intense ear pain. Someone can learn the timing of this; how they use this knowledge is up to them.

-Oh! Lonesome Me: At 3rd, 6th, 9th posts, acid rain will rapidly plummet onto the entire region. This will be short lived, ending the same post it starts, but will be a very intense downpour, outright soaking the fighters. Witty fighters who submerge themselves will not only still be affected, but likely coat their faces in leeches, and draw the horrific liquid into their nostrils and ear cavities. Regardless, the effects of this rain include coughing, breathing problems, irritated eyes, mucus buildup, lung burning, and if not treated by HoH's finest after this match, death. Fortunately, the tournament committee have your health in mind.. unless you lose, then you're not really important.

2King Haelstrom

The Blood Water Mist

SKRSHHH!

_____With those sharp diamond digits he raked into the wood of the tree. As his fingers dragged through the wood his bodies rapid descent would steadily begin to slow, until he landed gently on a sturdy branch not far above the surface of the waters. Tres looked around and it seemed that he had been the first to land. However, he knew that through the thick fog any number of the opposing team could be lurking in wait. It was not long after his emerald glowing eyes perused the scene that his body began to sweat from the thick humidity of the bog. He then looked up and saw that menacing cloud that promised of agonizing pain.

_____While never ceasing his sentinel like gaze into the fog around him, the psion gingerly plucked two pieces of crystal from his strange left limb. He would place these small pieces of crystal into both of his ear lobes, knowing what was coming...

"GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

_____Well it still hurt and Tres could feel the strange animal screech in his chest. However, it was far less significant than it was in his battle against Sokoya and this time, he was expecting it.

3Unchecked Twitch

It'd not been long since Twitch had been in a plane. She was even used to military craft, since Blazestar owned personnel carriers and at least one Chinook, which she absolutely loved. While she hadn't been able to finish the schooling in the military, she was able to get certification to fly at a much later date. Hell, she'd even co-piloted the semi-final plane for one of the past tournaments! Just imagine her elation at the fact that their last fight in the tournament was going to be the traditional airplane-type stage! She could just see it now... fighting atop the large saucer of a bomber or something, fighting the whipping wind while fighting her opponent...

"Wait, we're not... actually fighting in or on the plane?"

No. That they would be flying to their destination was explained to her.

"Oh, that sucks. Well I guess I'll change at the airport, unless the airport itself is the venue?"

No airport. They were going to jump from the plane and into their fighting location.

"Wow, alright, that's new. Um... not that I don't trust the guys in the tournament staff, but it's a habit... I'd like to pack my own chute."

No parachute.


Dropping without a parachute felt like rebirth as an Avatar of Hope... but she was kinda undead at the time and didn't have to worry to much about the laws of physics and what they would do to her body upon impact because screw that, magic. Now as she fell in her black and Blazestar-red flight suit and with a full actual flesh and blood body, she frowned. Part of her couldn't believe she agreed to this, but she was told by someone that there had already been a team that'd arrived and fought here in just this manner.... the team they were now about to face.

"This is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is stupid---"

The mantra didn't start until the plane began to tilt, and didn't end until she was pretty much dumped out of the plane, whereupon she would use her Wall Fall and Delta Kick to place herself against a tree because she didn't trust being told "nah, you'll survive if you get thrown out of a plane into water shallow enough to stand in." The bark and a few layers of wood peeled back comically as she slowly descended, though she felt little like joking; once Twitch hit the bottom she placed her back to the tree and started sinking to the bottom to get her bearings, an action not made too easy thanks to the staff she'd strapped to her back, but she made do. She also took the time to pull up her red-tinted goggles.

"...Damn... this water's hot as hell."

After a few seconds, something screamed and it annoyed her nerves and ears so much that it, along with the heat of the water and the way they were tossed in, made her want to just leave. She also felt what she thought was her suit sticking to her, or a branch that had come up through a seam beneath her boots. She grunted and moved to a standing position, and immediately frowned at the sight of fat... things... hanging onto her legs.

"Oh hell no. I'm going to beat Noah's a** when this is over."

She screamed up to the sky, to the plane flying away in the distance.

"YOU HEAR ME, ELIAH? YOU AND NIKKI, IMMA BEAT Y'ALL ASSES!"

4LuvMonke

After his short sojourn as a cripple, Benjamin was exceedingly happy just to be whole again. Above and beyond his usual good cheer, swordsman was overflowing with energy and cheer as he reveled in the full use of his facilities. Which is so say that he frequently burst in to action for no any and every possible reason. He did a little jig because he made it to the air strip under his own power. The beaut cheered and clapped when plane took off in a reasonable amount of time. He even went so far as to break into dance once they were almost to their intended destination.

So it was than when the plane he was gyrating on tilted out into the muck and mirk, he was caught completely and literally flatfooted. He was midway through doing the worm when he abruptly found himself flailing through thing air before crashing into the muck below. He was immediately drenched from head to toe, even through his full body suit that he wore over his armor.

When Benjamin the Dancing Bear rose from the depth moment's later, steaming both literally and metaphorically, it was as shaggy brown mass as his waterlogged costume now clung to his armor laden form. This forced him to remove his headpiece, or risk being drowned by it, before letting loose with a long string of expletives. Which made it fairly easy for anyone to find the blond if they so wished.

5The Duke of Id

_______Both, near-white eyes opened up within the dark chamber of the craft. Upon opening, he noticed he was once again in the same plane, once again with his team... A dark grimace went through his lips. This wasn't the Finals. Anger seeped through Malenexum's undead veins as he looked on to the rest of the team in the room. Hands balled up into fists, eyebrows frowned. The hangar door opened up and he saw that they were going to be hurled into that hellish place once more. The vampire began to take off his coat, finding that last time the damned thing had only caused him to feel hotter and become slower due to it being soaked.

_______Not a second after, from the aircraft his team and the opponent's team descended, hurled once more from above 30 feet in the air into the damp, steaming marsh. A grin of satisfaction spread through his face. For at that moment Malenexum realized that they were going to be competing for third place... and his opponent had one disadvantage he didn't share: they'd not experienced this hell-hole yet. The coat had been taken off and now the vampire carried the sword in one hand, the coat on the other. Watching for where his opponents would land carefully, Malenexum descended into the steam fog, landing in the water with a loud splash and subsequently staying within the near-boiling waters while reaching for the one mask he hadn't used just yet.

[42; Prev: Pg 4 HoH '12 [Semi-Finals: Success vs ODESSA] Bloodwater Mists]

6Master Nemesis

Lost in his own thoughts, Blacksmith lingered alone near the rear of the plane's cargo bay, isolating himself from both his team and their opponents. It fit the pattern that he'd established over the past couple of days, ever since he had awoken from the half-dead sleep that their Elimination match had left him in. Since his startling return to consciousness in the medical ward, long after they had pumped the strange black water out of his lungs, he had been largely antisocial. Questions regarding his condition, or his thoughts about Rising Star's loss, or what the team should do next, went unanswered, save for the occasional terse demand to leave him be. Not long after that, he had disappeared from his bed. In the time leading up to the final fight, he had been a non-presence, save for a single visit to his team's hotel suite to change his clothes, pack up his things, and leave. Until he appeared at the airfield, fully geared up, it was as though he had vanished.

Now, even enclosed within the belly of the plane, he still seemed to prefer his own company. Whatever he was thinking whenever he spared the occasional glance towards his fellow occupants was hidden behind that ever-present mask, and the tinted lenses of his new tactical goggles.

His self-imposed isolation was ended when the side of the plane abruptly rumbled open, and the floor tilted out from beneath them. It was not his first time plummeting out of an aircraft, and it wasn't a far fall, but being unceremoniously dumped out the side of a cargo plane without warning had a way of panicking anyone. Blacksmith hit the water like a rock, hard enough that he bounced off the stone beneath the surface before the murky swamp water swallowed him.

Memories of water filled his thoughts, for the umpteenth time since he had awoken. Water so dark and inky that it was nearly impossible to see his hand in front of his face, so cold that it stole every memory of warmth from him, filling his lungs to drive the air from them, filling his ears to deafen him with whispers from voices he never thought to hear again. Nightmare-haunted waters in which he had thrashed for what seemed like years, drowning without dying, before he was finally awoke with a jolt into an empty hospital room.

I miss you so much it hurts.

With a panicked shout muted by the scalding waters he was submerged in, he thrashed wildly in his disorientation, searching for purchase and finding it on the smooth stone beneath him. He shoved himself upright so hard that he staggered and nearly toppled back into the swamp again. His chest heaved as he struggled to suck air through his waterlogged mask, feeling like he was drowning again, provoking him to claw at his mask for breathing space, knowing that the attempt was futile. He'd specifically chosen a mask that would resist being pulled off. A distant part of his mind, the part that was trained, conditioned to fight fear and panic, struggled to reassert some sense of control or calm.

Gradually, as the water seeped out of tightly-woven fabric of his balaclava, so did the blind fear seep from the strictly regulated pathways of his mind. More oxygen flowed into his lungs, his breathing and his heartbeat slowed, and eventually, he pieced his composure back together. At that moment, he regained his self-awareness, and remembered where he was, and who he was with. His head swung around, searching for his teammates, making sure they had all made it down alright. Since they were all busy pulling themselves out of the water, picking leeches off their bodies or swearing profusely, he judged that they were no worse for the wear.

As for the other team, he didn't really care all that much for their condition, only that they were also present. Once he confirmed that was indeed the case, he sought out someone that he could pair off with. He had already grown to dislike this place immensely, and the sooner he could take care of business and get the Hell out of here, the better.

7Tres Ecstuffuan

Unchecked Twitch Wrote:

After a few seconds, something screamed and it annoyed her nerves and ears so much that it, along with the heat of the water and the way they were tossed in, made her want to just leave. She also felt what she thought was her suit sticking to her, or a branch that had come up through a seam beneath her boots. She grunted and moved to a standing position, and immediately frowned at the sight of fat... things... hanging onto her legs.

"Oh hell no. I'm going to beat Noah's a** when this is over."

She screamed up to the sky, to the plane flying away in the distance.

"YOU HEAR ME, ELIAH? YOU AND NIKKI, IMMA BEAT Y'ALL ASSES!"

The Bloodwater Mist

_____The psion turned his head when he heard the voice, startled but reassured. He knew immediately that it did not belong to any of his team mates and that it must have been one of his enemies. He focused on calming himself while breathing the dank air slowly through his nose. The sudden realization that people were probably looking for him made him a bit nervous considering his volatile surroundings. Despite the apprehension Tres was happy that someone was near and he was aware at least of their general direction.

____He could not place her exact location through the dank fog and effervescent steam of the teaming waters. With his eyes focused upon the direction of the voice, the dreaded psion stepped down from the length of branch and use his clawed left hand and prodigious athletic ability to quietly climb down the tree into the waters below.

_____His attention remained on the direction of the voice as he gingerly climbed down into the leach filled water below. His face wretched into a grimace as he willfully submerged himself in the boiling hot leech infested waters. The leeches within wasted no time as they began to eat through his mundane clothing to get at the pearly light brown skin beneath. A few happily latched onto his face by his cheek and chin, chewing obnoxiously into his flesh. Instinctively the psychic warrior held his breath, despite the odd properties of the water. While doing his best to ignore the alarming heat and the abundance of hostile life squirming around his person, the psion stalked towards twitch's general position stealthily. Beneath the waters there was no obscuring mist and the leeches were small enough that he could see past them into the distance. With this, he was able to make out Twitch's exact position while remaining beneath the waters and hidden in the mist.

_____To make sure that his position was hidden as he carefully walked beneath the surface of the steaming waters he focused his mind on manifesting a psionic power. His eyes flashed as he crafted ectoplasm and psionic energy into sound waves and coordinated them with the purpose of coaxing Twitch to look in the opposite direction of his approach.

"You will have to contend with the great one first. I will be the one to have Noah's head!"

_____A perfect imitation of his own voice would resound coming out of the mist from the opposite direction of Tres's approach. The voice seemed to slowly approach as if Tres was walking out of the mist about to make his grand appearance. If Twitch turned to face the direction of the nearing voice, she would turn away from where Tres was actually coming from!

_____Hopefully hidden, Tres approached Twitch from behind in hand to hand range. If Tres was able to close the distance and approach Twitch's rear unnoticed, he would spring from beneath the waters and attack!

______Immediately after rising from the water with leeches squirming on his face his crystalline left hand snatched out to grab Twitch's left trapezius. If the psion was successful he would squeezed with all of his might after applying the Trapezius Claw. His sharp talon like crystalline digits would plunge in deep into her flesh in hopes of drawing blood.

_____Tres would try to use the Trapezius Claw and his great strength to pull her body back and down into the boiling leach filled waters.

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8Unchecked Twitch

Tresondros Ecstuffuan Wrote:

"Hnn..."

Her futile shaking of the fist to the sky was cut short by someone announcing themselves... sounded like a competitor. Indeed, they were all on the plane together and had been dropped together, despite them not talking to each other. And so, like any person would do, she turned in the direction that the voice seemed to originate.

Sure that she'd found her competition ahead of her, Twitch didn't expect anyone to be behind her... she should've been able to hear them walking up behind her with sloshing water, but of course she didn't when her opponent came from below. There were a few drops here and there, but even with her hearing they were so low that she almost ignored them. Biiiiig mistake, as a rush of sound and water made her quickly turn around.

"Gn-aaaah!"

The man got the drop on her despite her caution, his ruse a good one. Twitch couldn't explain exactly what happened, the feeling of something piercing her muscles... a weapon? Instinctively, she tried to turn into him while simultaneously pulling herself away from the attack. Luckily, her hands had been left unattended and she grit as she swung her left arm around, hoping to connect with the chin of the person who'd just snuck up behind her. Hopefully, she could hit him hard enough to make him let up that she could step back and see what in the HELL had just happened, and who she was dealing with.

Adrenaline: 1 (Init) + 1 = 2

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[edit: Consensual edit of reaction completed.]

9Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____The dreaded psion thought when Twitch pulled away as soon as he pinched in the Trapezius Claw. Her reactions were so quick and decisive that Tres had failed to snatch her down into the rapidly heating waters in which he was submerged. Instead, she pulled away and despite his trepidation at her awesome ability he could not help but smirk when he first saw her face. He knew he startled her and Tres was the aggressor. He was not disappointed by his failed attempt to snatch her down because he felt the wet stickiness on his crystalline left fingers letting him know that he had drawn First Blood.

_____Her left arm swung around as she pulled away and turned to face him simultaneously. At the moment the psion was locked into the momentum of his own failed attempt at snatching her down causing him to pull back while leaning forward with his left arm extended. His right hand came up but it would not arrive fast enough to intercept her left hand which clipped the top of his dread covered head.

KSH

_____The attack had been meant for his jaw, but because of Tres's lowered position it would hit the top of his head. Tres felt the truth of her power and winced at the impact on the top of his skull. Despite the fact that the impact would not stun him, it definitely hurt. Despite her size, Twitch had respectable power.

_____With new found information came new found urgency to act. The psion followed through with his downward momentum and continued to bend his knees as he leaned forward. Suddenly his stance was that of an amateur wrestler whom had changed levels. The psychic warrior acted he moment following the impact of Twitch's left fist against Tres's head.

_____His eyes suddenly sparked with emerald green light as psionic energy morphed his strange body. In a single instance beautiful crystalline growths emerged from the psion's back. As they appeared these strange projections erupted with radiant emerald energy. This energy sent the psychic warrior surging forward as he performed a picture perfect double leg takedown through the scorching waters.

SKSSHHH

_____The psion came forward to cross the distance that Twitch created with her quick reactions. During the shot Tres made sure to keep his hands up to protect his head. His spiky maul like crystalline left shoulder would be poised to slam hard into Twitch's lower abdomen if the double leg was successful.

_____A shrill cry of noise erupted from Tres as he shot forward, filling the volume of the bloodwater mist right around the time that the unseen animal decided to make its howl.

"GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

_____Because both loud noises happened at the same time. Though the ringing hurt Tres's ears despite his crystalline ear plugs, the fact that he was expecting the sound from his own psionic power helped him to tolerate it more. However, he did note that the crying animal appeared to be more frantic this time around.

_____If Tres made contact with his double leg takedown his arms would wrap around Twitch's thighs to pull them in as he pushed her forward. His right foot would arrive planted in the soil and his head would be along her left hip. This would put her on her back with Tres between her legs.

PP: 31 [-3]

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10Glory Sieg

[[Well then... that's what I get for expecting an announcement to announce the start Post to come in 8 hours.]]

11The Duke of Id

Master Nemesis Wrote:

Surprise, surprise.

_______A masked vampire would lift from the steaming water just when the man's mask had seeped out from his opponent's balaclava. A thick, heavy, drenched, black coat was launched up and around the man's head and tightened, then pulled back. The vampire would pull back and duck at the same time. The whole thing would be done with a single jerking movement: jump upwards from under the water to surface. It would allow his arms to fling upwards while they carried either end of the hot, soaked coat, allowing space for the man's head in the gap between his arms. Then it was just a matter of letting gravity do his work along with pulling back. The vampire had managed to sneak behind his opponent as he concerned himself with calming down and let the liquid seep from the mask.

"Ahhhh hahahahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

_______Although to him all humans were trash, some of them were of a higher class of trash than others. So far the last few humans he'd fought were particularly amusing and of higher class... and that last one had managed to remind him of his malice of old. How much more fun was it to strangle someone to near death, after all, than having to indulge in a long, winding fight!? As the vampire held the coat wrapped around his opponent's head, and pushed his whole body down into the steaming pool by the head, he relished in his new found strategy. He had his last opponent to thank for this, of course.

[Active: Mask of the Trickster]

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[43; Prev: Pg 1 HoH '12 [3rd Place FINALS] ...Bloodwater Mists]

12Glory Sieg

LuvMonke Wrote:

"******' piece of st!" Gloria hissed. She was prepared for the drop this time, controlling herself in the air to use a dessicated tree to stop her from slamming into the water like before. Dropping the last few feet, she noticed her teammates were already going at it.

"Always late to the party," she said before hearing someone swearing and found a blond who seemed just as angry as everyone else. Her eyes glowed a pink as she steadily made her way towards him. With no preamble, or even a hello to get his attention, she raised a hand that was now a light with energy.

Code: [*] Energy Arc [Standard - 5 points]

Upon manifesting this power, Gloria may fire an arc of focused psionic energy at the opponent. This arc has a width about 5 inches and moves at about the same speed as a thrown baseball pitch (dodgeable but difficult). This focused arc of energy is composed of pure psychokinetic force and can deliver the impact of a right cross from a heavyweight boxer. The Energy Arc has a maximum range of 25 feet.

The bolt blew in straight line, the bright pink color noticeable in the acid-tinged air. It shot for his face, aiming to crater it in before the fight got fully underway.

PP: 25/30

Post: 1

13LuvMonke

Glory Sieg Wrote:

Once you start yelling or screaming or cursing, it's hard to stop. There's a profound feeling of pleasure when you release you're pent up emotions vocally, that can get quite addictive. So from the time he breached the surface of this steaming pool to the time he was accosted, Benjamin just couldn't help himself. He cussed, cursed and cussed some more, a symphony of outrage accompanied by wide flourishes of his hands to accentuate particularly fiery oaths.

"...and when I find that son-of-a-b***h who was flying that plane that I'd string him up by his..."

Any further threats or curses were cut off by the collision of his palm with his face. He'd caught a glimpse of the energy bolt scarcely a moment before and only had the time to interpose his flailing hand between the projectile and himself. The blow was sharp and carried some weight with it regardless of any last minute maneuvering and he forced to not only halt his tirade, but also to stumble back a step.

He recovered quickly however, settling his wayward feet and locking his eyes on the direction from whence the assault had come. Then he started cussing again, only now he was cussing at the newcomer specifically instead of everyone and anyone he felt was to blame for his current predicament. Usually he'd have more sense than this, taken the opportunity to do something besides carry on like a petulant teenager but this heat wasn't helping his mood none and neither were the goddamn leeches. He did however do something more productive than cuss in place, he moved his show on the road as he began to plod towards the new target of his ire. As he started moving a sharp clang and flash of light foretold the rapid appearance of his signature sword and buckler as they formed from the rings hidden beneath his fuzzy hands. The buckler in his left, the arming sword in his right, Benjamin began to gesture as he cussed at the newcomer.

"Who the ******** do you think you are? Can't you see I was in the middle of something important? Of course not, you've got traffic lights for eyeballs! Pink means stop and go traffic, right?"

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14Unchecked Twitch

Alright.. a bit of space between them, a bit of nasty air. Her left shoulder was shading low as she continued to pull back and away from Tres, her eyes quickly taking stock of this person. It... was a man, right? A man with a lot of energy about him, with some... spike protrusions or something, but a man nonetheless. A man who seemed vaguely familiar, though she couldn't put her finger on it. Where he was from or even who he was was of no consequence here; right now she was his opponent and a chump who didn't seem too keen on facing her head to head.

No...

His stance shift was noted and all she could do before he rushed her was put her right leg behind her. Upon impact, her own hands and elbows landed on his back, not thinking of what may happen if she touched whatever crystal may still be there; she just needed some sort of balance or leverage and to not have a narrow stance. His shoulder met her gut, and she released a bit of air with a very pained grunt, but unless he was willing to keep pushing her and challenging her semblance of balance or physically lift her out of her quick sprawl (and assuming his propulsion ended), that's where they'd stop.

Until she brought up that right knee to slam it into his collar, that is.

"NO!"

This was the second time someone tried to make her use all that close quarters nonsense. While she had shown a great basic knowledge of it that kept her shoulder from ripping away from her back earlier in the tournament, she just didn't like dudes being all grabby and trying to overpower her with their testosterone. The defiant yell was made as much directly to Tres, letting him know that she wasn't about to just get thrown in the hot-a**, leech-filled water all nilly-willy. It was also a kiai, steeling herself and reminding herself that she'd come this far... it wasn't the battle for first place, but screw just letting this opponent handing her fourth without a fight.

Her exclamation was also bit like Tres's own, able to at least help cover the beast's cry, if only for a second. But by the Daraku, and for the sake of her hearing and sanity, someone needed to shut that thing the hell up.

Adrenaline: 2 + 1 = 3

[2/17]

15Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____The psion felt Twitch's weight hold against his forward assault far better than he expected. Her incredible speed proved once again that it was going to be an issue for the rest of this duel. As Tres arrived to the ending point of his double leg take down, with his spiky left shoulder pressed into her lower abdomen she immediately responded to a knee aimed directly at his collarbone.

_____Tres continued to lean forward as the knee came, keeping his left shoulder against her lower abdomen. This meant that there would be too little space for her knee to hit the high target of his collar bone. Instead her violent attack crashed into the target beneath the left collar bone and pectoral, smashing into his left ribs.

_____The psychic warrior felt a wave of pain erupt through his torso and he inhaled violently to keep himself from screaming. He didn't want the leeches to crawl inside his body through an open mouth.

_____The psion put the sensation of the bruise growing on his torso out of mind. He instead focused on following through with his double leg and using Twitch's attack against her! This in turn helped him to briefly ignore the scalding hot waters that were quickly becoming unbearable.

_____Just as the psion intended and now assisted by Twitch giving him her knee with her counterattack, the psion wrapped his arms around both of her lower thighs and pulled them in. Simultaneously his left shoulder continued to keep up the pressure against her abdomen in an attempt to push her forward. Simultaneously, the psion used his planted right foot to come to a stand while pushing forward. Hopefully this would result in Twitch being sent to her back while Tres was left standing with her legs in his arms.

_____After rising from the surface of the steaming hot waters his simple clothes would be revealed to have already fallen victim to a combination of the strange massive leaches and the heat. Yet somehow despite the nasty looking bruise alongside Tres's left rib cage and the unseen ache on his head, the psychic warrior looked fierce. His eyes sparked with mental power and suddenly, a pillar shaped lattice made from tendrils of light faded into existence to Tres's right and Twitch's left. In a single moment the volume of this crystalline mesh filled, forming a solid thick crystalline pillar.

_____The moment after the crystalline tower suddenly appeared the psion delivered his monstrous attack. His massive muscles flexed as he leaned backwards and with all of his might he swung Twitch in a circle by her legs. Tres swung her with such strength and power, that when he finally released her legs she would be sent flying into the crystalline tower. Tres did not simply intend to throw her into it, but he intended to throw her through it.

______If the psion accomplished this great feat of strength, he would shout his battle cry into the air. As he looked up his intense facial expression suddenly shifted to one of fear when he beheld the menacing cloud above. It was too soon, or so the psion thought. The entire environment appeared to be more volatile and intense this time around. Quickly the Psion ducked his head and brought his arms over his head as if the sky were falling.

______He had hoped to use his arms and long black dreads to shield his face from the rains noxious touch. The demonic looking sky released its payload! Hell fell upon Tres and likely his opponent. Then once the torrent had passed the psion began to rub at his eyes with his flesh right hand, coughing up a storm. He was distracted as much by the fiery lick of the waters below as he was the poisonous deluge of the sky for a moment. Then with blood shot eyes the psion gazed up at Twitch with a menacing pained snarl.

_____The psion realized that once again he stood in hell and the only exit from his agonies was the woman before him.

PP: 25 [-6 (If takedown succeeded)]

Water Temperature: Scalding

Leeches: 12

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Crystal Construct (Pillar)

[Standard - 6 points]

Tres may create a large upward jutting spike of crystal by striking the ground with his left hand. This large pillar may either jut straight or diagonally at a 45 degree angle up to a maximum of 2 feet in front of Tres. The pillar can range from 3 to 6 feet tall. The pillar grows at a moderate rate that can be dodged pretty easily as long as a person see's it growing. Tres typically uses this move to set up the pillar behind an opponent he is about to tackle. The crystal is very hard, but will shatter if a 200 pound man is driven through it or if it is struck by a hard weapon. A crystal created in this way may not be affected by Alter crystal due to the fact that it is very weak.

16Master Nemesis

Blacksmith was only just starting to catch his breath again when there was a great splash of something bursting from the water behind him. He began to turn, but by then the stifling darkness was already dropping over his face, yanking him backwards. Startled, he stumbled backwards as his opponent pulled and crashed against him, which would send the both of them tumbling down into the murk, with the Rising Star captain on top.

As the swamp water embraced him once again, panic swelled back to the surface of his mind while he clutched with both hands at the cloak, propelled by his blindness and inability to breathe. But he fought back this time. He'd had a moment to take in his surroundings, between recovering from the drop and being attacked. This was certainly not the dark, frightful place where he had drowned, the landscape of his nightmares. Still, it took a moment of futile struggling while he fought the fear, before he could think straight enough to react.

"Cloth," said the thought that managed to pierce through the cacophany in his head, as his gloved hands clawed at the stuff. "It's cloth. My knife." Abruptly, his right hand went for the hilt of the combat knife strapped against the front of his vest.

"Cut."

He freed the blade from its sheath, and stabbed back violently over his right shoulder, aiming to get at the arm of his assailant, before pulling it forward again, drawing the edge, first, where he sensed the other man's right hand was gripping a fistful of material almost directly behind his head, and then, along the cloth pressed tautly against the side of his own head. He aimed to open a large gash in both his opponent's fingers and his cloak, giving him a chance to tear free and go for some air.

[1/17]

17Glory Sieg

LuvMonke Wrote:

"I'm a pissed off woman in the middle of the Red Tide," she snapped back. "Now get your dickless a over here so I can beat the st out of you!"

She continued towards his as well, her eyes returning to their normal green color. Opening her mouth yell again, she quickly shut it as a grimace crossed her face.

Fasumbra's Mom at it again Wrote:

"GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

"Dammit," she said, not taking her eyes off the little boy. She wasn't about to charge him while he had his sword drawn, so she stopped out of his immediate swing range. "Who the ******** are you anyway?"

PP: 25/30

Post: 2

18Unchecked Twitch

The waters tore up around her as her back hit the surface, her face being splashed by plenty of the scalding water. It was only a flash of black and fat that subconsciously reminded her that there were leeches in the water, and her head moved to the right, barely avoiding one that was sailing for her cheek; it instead landed on her shoulder and promptly latched, attempting to bite through the jumpsuit. As she hadn't worn one of the more heavy canvas type but rather a "normal" one that was strong in material while being lightweight and fire retardant (fat bit of luck that did her here), it wouldn't be long before it made it through. Her feet were spared and should be safe from the kiss of the leeches thanks to the boots she wore, but anything else-- her back, her rear, her tail...

ow!"

She was upended and tossed within a matter of seconds, and the horrid conditions kept her from doing anything about it. She could have tried to swing her weapon at him, but in her position it would just be desperation. And so she wouldn't do anything after she was thrown through the crystal pillar, after she rolled and immediately stiffened her arms. The staff kept her from falling face-first into the water, and after some careful rolling she stopped on her knees. Twitch didn't know when it started to rain, but she felt its slickness run through its hair, its vapors burn her nostrils. She coughed and hacked, and her face remained down, away from the deluge, but she kept her eyes up for her opponent.

What was this place... WHY was this place?

"..."

Twitch, with some distance between the two of them, began to snarl, her hackles raising and pointed ears going stiff. This was Hell, and she was going to deal with it for now... she was a Hellcat, implying that somewhere down the line SOMEONE of her species may have dealt with something along these lines, and perhaps more. Her opponent certainly seemed fine enough with this place, so why not she?

Ante up, double down.

Adrenaline: 2 + 2 (Ante Up) = 4

[3/17]

19Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____Suddenly the psion realized that he could not stand it! The water was now officially unbearable. He needed to give his flesh some reprieve lest the waters boil it from his corded muscles. With a quick hop Tres jumped on on the surface of the waters. It was eerie how the psion was suddenly standing on the surface of the steaming waters. Even as he did so he gazed forward menacingly at his opponent while pulling leeches off of his body. Sores from the many bites oozed with watery blood that dripped down the surface of his sculpted body.

_____As Tres stood upon the water and pulled leeches off of his body, he shouted towards Twitch;

"GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

20Unchecked Twitch

The leeches on her legs were allowed to remain; they had yet to break through her canvas. The one on her shoulder was carefully taken off; she heard her jumpsuit tear from the action.

"YOU quit!"

It was her dream to be in the tournament. The conditions might've sucked screaming monkey balls, and Tres had a point-- this place sucked screaming monkey balls and if one of them relented, it would be over instantly. However, it wouldn't be her, after just a few seconds. While the idea of timing the screaming down to the second wasn't in her mind, Twitch started to realize that whatever was there, was there on purpose, and was going to keep screaming. She could only hope that the rain continued to fall in flashes like it just did.

...Yeah, you read that right.

Her eyes burned and after a quick coughing fit, she slammed her goggles down onto her face. It would've been better if she had a gas mask or something, but at least she'd keep leech-filled, scalding water and burning rain out of her eyes. A snort emptied her nostrils of the mucus that had accumulated there thanks to the rain and such. While not directly touching the water, it was well into soaking her clothing by now and she felt a growing discomfort, one that prompted her to stand. She brought her tail up before her and all but ripped off a leech that had latched itself near the base.

And now with only her booted feet in the water again, she kept her eyes on him. The guy had tricks, she had to give it to him... but now that he could be plainly seen, she wasn't going to let him get behind her. This time was used mainly to reset herself... one didn't just get up and go in an environment where they couldn't breathe, when every so often something attacked your sense of hearing (and by proxy, balance and ability to not hold your last meal).

Her ears remained high, her hair and fur remained stiff despite the recently passed deluge. Ante up, double down.

Adrenaline: 4 + 2 (Ante Up) = 6

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21LuvMonke

Glory Sieg Wrote:

"Red Tide?"

The relatively common phrase, was foreign to his ears and it struck him almost like a physical blow. He paused in mid-step screwing up his eyes as if gazing at the concept from long way off.

"While I can accept the fact that these murky depths may be perceived as red or burgundy, I see no waves or tides of any kind. Are you perchance drunk?"

He ended the last statement with a fake-stumble to emphasize his point, only to actually stumble when he was startled by the cry of some accursed beast. The loud noise not only stop his ignorant rambling but also sent him reeling backwards, groping wildly at his ears. The pain overrode the other discomforts, from the unnatural heat to the small bites of leeches just making their way through the fabric of his bear costume.

He impersonation of a drunken sailor gave his opponent the chance to close, if she chose to take it, otherwise he'd massage his ears with his fingertips before steadying himself. Either way his ears were still ringing too much to make heads or tails of what she was screeching about.

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22Tres Ecstuffuan

Unchecked Twitch Wrote:

Ante up, double down.

Adrenaline: 4 + 2 (Ante Up) = 6

[4/17]

The Bloodwater Mist

_____The psion thought after he shouted at Twitch. He watched her skillfully pull the leeches from her body with her strange tail. Tres noted that the long thing was capable of fine control and he knew it may become a factor. He held the high ground by standing on the water but Twitch had the highest apparent effective range due to her staff and possibly her tail.

_____He also became aware of her lack of aggressiveness when she readied those goggles onto her face. Armed with a staff, Twitch had the longer reach and could likely be aggressive without risking Tres getting on the inside. With her speed Tres thought she should have attempted to overwhelm him unless...?!

_____Suddenly the psychic warrior reached across his chest to his spiky left shoulder with his right hand. His fleshy right hand would grab one of the spikes upon the shoulder and break it away. These spikes had been grown during Tres's successful double leg takedown, but right now they served no real purpose on his body. The small crystal removed from his shoulder transformed between his thumb and index finger. The shard took the shape of a small dart and in the same motion that he used to pull the thing from his body, he would throw it towards Twitch who was some distance away. The dart was aimed at Twitch's right thigh. Tres decided not to invest much power into creating the throwing weapon because his intentions were merely to distract Twitch.

_____Simultaneously the dreaded psion dropped his center of gravity in a half crouch and began moving using quick shuffling steps. The surface of the steaming waters were barely disturbed by the psions quick foot falls. Tres moved in an arching path, so that could attempt to engage Twitch diagonally to her right in hand to hand striking range. Tres kept his guard up as he closed the distance.

PP: 20 [-1]

[Up The Walls 1/2]

Water Temperature: N/A

Leeches: 0

[5]

23Unknown

Oh cool, he figured it out.

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Special: Ante Up Wrote:

By focusing on her aura flow, D' can increase her stored, ready-to-use aura to deliver special attacks more frequently or quickly than would be the norm. This is also known as "charging the super bar." Requires little else movement, as dodging an attack will instantly break the required concentration, though she can block minimal attacks (jabs, thrown rocks) from a stationary position without penalty to charging. There is no limit to how much this can be done in a match; if she is allowed to charge, she can charge as there is no ceiling to the amount of Adrenaline charges she can have ready to use. Adds two charges of Adrenaline.

24Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____The psion was correct in his assumptions of Twitch's skills. She responded to the attack well and seemed to be at one with her weapon. When he threw the small dart she used her staff to transition herself up and to the left, avoiding the dart aimed at her leg. After landing she continued to turn to face Tres as he approached in front of her to her right side.

_____Wisely Twitch used her prodigious reach to her advantage and struck first before the psychic warrior could get in range. She stepped forward and thrust her staff towards Tres's elevated pelvis. The psion could feel the effects of his powers beginning to wane and soon he would fall through the surface of the water. So while Tres still held the effect of his psychometabolic ability he would put it to use.

_____Tres used his half crouched stance to make a quick hop against the surface of the water. Unable to simply stop his forward momentum due to his rapid shuffling steps he would simply follow through towards Twitch. The staff would miss under Tres's body saving his pelvis from being cracked by her lengthy weapon. When she pulled the staff back while raising it, Tres's right foot would come down on the top of the staff just as it came up to stop the upwards movement.

_____Miraculously, the effects of Tres's powers allowed him to balance on light or thin objects. For a short instance, Tres would begin to slide on the staff to close the distance into hand to hand range. Tres utilized his power in combination with his Fal'lain Soap Shoes to grind on the opponents weapon.

_____Simultaneously as Tres came forward along Twitch's staff he would twist his body to the right and throw an arching low left thai kick at the opponent. Tres's left shin threatened to bludgeon Twitch against her right side neck and jaw. The kick came down and across at an angle, as if Tres were chopping down against the jaw, neck and collar. Because of the angle of the kick it would be difficult to simply duck under because it chopped down at an angle at the target.

This was one of Tres's Signature Moves

The Emerald Warlock

25Unchecked Twitch

What--?!

THIS guy... he'd gone from crystal torso'd tank to Wuxia battler in a span of seconds, and Twitch would be lying if she didn't say she was surprised, or even impressed. While she never underestimated him, this would be the first time someone actually stepped on her staff. She did the first thing that came to mind-- Twitch pulled down and away, twisting her whole body clockwise in surprise to protect the face Tres's foot was getting frightfully close to. With her twisting into Tres's attack and the angle.. well it hurt, plain and simple. Thankfully, her leaning away from him kept his foot away from her face, and slammed more into the front of her collar/shoulder-- the same collar/shoulder that someone tried to saw into before. Cue annoyed growl.

The scream that came on the horizon was nearly ignored, for Twitch's need to quickly retaliate. As to the retaliation, Tres might've noticed that despite the kick jamming her in the shoulder, she didn't really stop leaning back and turning. Once her back was to his original location, it would be D's right leg that lifted as she balanced on the ball of her left foot. The spin nearly completed and her body twisted, and after a split-second glance to see exactly where Tres's body was, her foot slammed downward for one of her own most effective moves, the (spin) Axe Kick.

D's balance was fine, but her body to take a half second to work her shoulder. That, along Tres's own ability ending, made it difficult for her to pinpoint prime targets in the split second she gave herself. Rather than try to aim for the head, she used the separating waters (due to Tres's falling in) to aim for the large targets of his midsection. At this point, any good strike to his body would be good, giving him something to think about as he rose. After the attack, she dropped into a slightly crouched stance to see whether she'd need to hop away from any second attempt to drop her into the waters, or whether she was fine enough to start turning the tables on him.

Adrenaline: 7 + 1 = 8

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26Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____Tres felt the strange and deadly hot liquid begin to flood into his nose and ears. At least his ears were still plugged up by the small bits of crystal. His back hit the ground hard, the water did not hold any sort of cushioning buoyancy. Along with the pain of his back slamming into the rocky surface beneath the shallow waters, came the sudden blindness as his eyes were surrounded by millions of leeches further obscuring his vision. He could feel the small black slug like creatures begin to bore into his pearly light brown flesh.

_____Blinded by the leeches, the psion could not have seen the kick coming that Twitch followed up with. The heel came down in a violent axe kick aimed at Tres's torso. After Tres hit the ground he turned on his right side with the intentions of quickly springing up. The axe kick would come down and strike against his crystal left arm, causing the supernaturally hard limb to begin to crack and doing little to stop the shockwave of force that surged into his ribs that were already sore from the previous knee.

_____Tres's voice was muffled by the hot leech filled waters. The psychic warrior sat up quickly and gripped the front of his left rib cage with his left hand, nursing the growing bruise. Twitch brought her kicking leg back and then dropped into a low stance, preventing Tres from catching the leg that struck him unexpectedly. Instead the psion kept his right hand up on guard, ready protect himself if the warrior woman decided to press in while he was partially prone.

_____With his head peeking above the waters and his emerald green eyes focused on Twitch the psion scooted away to build some distance between him and his opponent. Once he built some range he attempted to stand while coughing up a fit as a result of another random deluge of rain that had fallen as he fell into the water.

PP: 20

[7]

27Unchecked Twitch

Were it not for the rain, the Twitch would've been able to follow up.. to land the hit against the arm, slam her foot into the ground, then plant a stomp onto Tres's chest. However, the rain falling kept her from following, instead making her cough and hack. While her eyes wouldn't sting from it, her sinuses opened up as if she'd eaten capsaicin -heavy peppers, and her chest burned as if she'd drank their unfiltered juices. For a few seconds, all she could do was pause any plans for assault and cover her face, and let Tres get to his feet. Though she followed him, her steps were a walk rather the quick sprint she needed to pursue someone keen on moving back out of her range.

This was sickening... any time she started to do something, the rain made it impossible for her to carry on further. However now, she could feel some kind of timing in it. The beast's distant whooping was something that continued to happen... and now she could tell that this rain was going to continue to fall in the quick showers. She couldn't time it to the second, but she could start to feel and recognize the effects of the rain just before it happened. She'd be ready next time.

And so again, there was another near reset of positions of sorts... Twitch followed in a crouched left-leading stance, her staff held with both hands once that shower had passed. However, she was becoming more accustomed to the feeling of burning senses and steeled herself to fight through it as much as she could. For it, the staff twirled once before she brought it down over Tres's head Whether blocked or it struck true, she twirled backwards and swung around her neck CCW, aiming downwards with the expectation that she'd catch him after he moved to respond to the first attack. The second attack happened as she stepped back a half-step, putting her in right-leading stance.

For those curious, the water temperature was only a problem from the knees up, as her boots protected her well enough. That didn't mean that they weren't sweaty, roasting in that footwear. However, as long as she wasn't fully submerged again, she'd be fine.. the moisture on her jumpsuit would eventually cool even in this hellish environment. That said nothing for the leeches that found it easy to get through the jumpsuit, but a bit harder to bite through her boots. Thankfully she'd taken care of those on her tail and shoulder so for the moment, she was fine.

Until it decided to rain again.

Adrenaline: 8 + 1 = 9

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28Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

"MONKEY SCREAM"

_____As the psychic warrior came up to his feet he would sniffle and clear his throat loudly. Phlegm gathered in his sinuses from the noxious rains. He failed to cover his ears in time because of the irritation wrought by the rain, and so now his ears were ringing. Tres was absolutely miserable and it was effecting his combat effectiveness. Tres was used to being punched and occasionally stabbed but never had he been boiled alive and poisoned by the very nature around him. His clothing was all but destroyed by the squirming leeches that hung over every inch of his body, soaking up the silvery blood within. All that remained were his shoes, pants that had been eaten down into shorts, and the leather strap that clung around his torso.

_____The psion's emerald green eyes never left his opponent as he squared up after taking a final step back. As the dreaded psion readied himself he reached behind his back and grasped at something that was hitherto unseen. His right hand retrieved a emerald short sword that could only be described as otherworldly. Its shape was vaguely similar to that of a roman gladius. When he brandished it the strange thing seemed to exhale as if it were alive. The blade breathed an aura of effervescent smoke that twinkled with billions of star like lights. The blade itself was made of emerald crystal that danced beautifully within a field of fiery green energy. At certain angles the short sword was energy and at others it was solid like crystal. As it tore through the dank air of the ruinous mist it hummed a song of glory.

_____The psion did not dislike his opponent. Twitch wasn't bad and he felt that in any other situation that he would be having a good time. However, he was not having a good time. He was miserable and whats more, this was not a game. He needed the money from this tournament and needed to get at least third place so he had something to bring home to his people. Once he drew the legendary blade Ogranix, Twitch would know that it was on.

_____After taking his stance Tres once again took a mental measurement of the opponents range with her weapon and he committed it to memory. Then the battle resumed. Twitch moved forward in a crouched orthodox stance, keeping her position low for an unknown purpose. Once Twitch got within striking range with her staff, she brought the weapon up and then down towards towards Tres's head.

_____Once Twitch got within range, Tres came forward with a large, almost lunging step. He was still only barely within range with his own weapon but fully within the reach of Twitch's staff. Unable to counter attack and only able to defend for the moment. Tres brought Ogranix up while holding the other end of the blade with his crystalline left hand for added support. He angled the mind blade so that Twitch's staff would collide with the flat of the emerald blade rather than his skull. Tres's knees bent to absorb the fierce power Twitch put into the strike when the staff collided violently with the mind blade. Because Tres took that large lunging step in as Twitch came in with her strike, he was able to stop the staff further down the length of the weapon and effectively reduced the amount of force he needed to absorb with his defense.

_____She took a half step back with her left leg, switching to south paw stance. Simultaneously she followed up her vertical attack with a stylish horizontal swing in which she spun the weapon around her neck. Tres was impressed but he was also weary of her advantage. Tres stepped forward again as she twirled around. He wanted to press in towards the low angled horizontal attack that he saw coming because of the large spinning movement that proceeded it. Once the psion entered hand to hand striking range he tucked his bent crystal left arm against his already injured left side. The psychic warrior bent his knees while shifting his hips to the right just as the blow would collide with his left arm. This would allow Tres to absorb the horizontal blow of Twitch's second attack.

_____Tres followed up absorbing the blow of the enemies attack while thrusting his mind blade in a jabbing poke at the center of the opponents abdomen. Tres wound dealt by this attack would be shallow and non-life threatening. Tres was very careful to not kill his opponent...That's how he lost the other tournament.

PP: 20

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Mind Blade (Confidence)

Tres's mind blade is a crystalline weapon that is composed of psionic energy solidified with astral construct material, very similar to the material that Tres metabolizes. However, the mind blade is actually a manifestation of an aspect of Tres's personality.

The mind blade's standard form is that of a emerald green crystal that has the vague shape of a Roman gladius sword (Total Length: 35 In, Blade Length: 2.23 ft. Hilt Length: 6 inches). The Mind Blade takes this form to take advantage of Tres's love of infighting but with a single use of the 'alter crystal' power the weapon can take the shape of any other medium to small weapon. The weapon is incredibly sharp, due to it being supernatural in nature and has the hardness of a masterwork weapon of the same shape. To Tres the weapon is light and perfectly balanced, but to other's the weapon would be incredibly heavy and unwieldy.

The weapon can be called to Tres's grasp at any time due to its inherent telepathic connection to Tres using the 'Call Mind Blade' power. The weapon is weighted for throwing and can be used as a long range weapon by throwing it at an opponent.

29The Duke of Id

_______As Malenexum dragged his prey back with him he'd stand up from his ducking position. The pull would reel in his opponent from behind, while he pushed both arms downwards to attain the same effect as if he were backing up while ducking. When the man sliced over his shoulder and attempted to hit the area from whence the tug came, he'd find he'd hit nothing but cloth. The vampire's hand was much too far back for a slice over the shoulder to reach, specially if all the masked man had was a knife.

Still, this would make the vampire a bit more weary of his opponent. The moment saw a blade stab through the coat he'd invest in sundering the weapon by crossing his arms around and attempting to tangle the blade in the coat by snagging it by the flat side of the blade along the coat. He'd keep his body generally far from his opponent while still tugging back, however. The further away from the weapon, the more advantage he had here.

Even if he managed to cut some of the cloth at this point, it wasn't necessarily going to cut it all off to the point of being unable to keep it taut.

But even then, if push came to shove, Malenexum would let the coat go. While his opponent got the thing off his head, he'd be sure to act while his enemy was blind...

In the meantime, the blasted beast of these hellish marshes would howl its horrendous, anguished yell. A grimace would appear beneath Malenexum's mask, but the earrings he wore would protect the scream to do enough damage to his ears to distract him from the fight. At the moment, he was much too enthralled by the idea of drowning his opponent to unconsciousness.

"There, there... EMBRACE THE SCALDING WATERS INTO YOUR FACE!"

[Active: Mask of the Trickster]

II

[43; Prev: Pg 1 HoH '12 [3rd Place FINALS] ...Bloodwater Mists]

30Glacialic Acid

[Striker Notice]

31Glacialic Acid

Failing to emerge from the water after the air drop was one Serren Glacial the zombie elf. She was at long last wearing the appropriate attire for the local, her under wear of course. Wilson her scarecrow companion sunk with her. Serren was smiling proudly. She was in love and beside herself with after glow. She didn't need to breath and thus was granted this silent private revelry beneath the pleasant water. She was vivid and rapacious. She was stag this round. She could pick fights with anyone she dared choose.

She began to claw her way across the bottom of the Swamp leaving Wilson. She already resembled a bog mummy being a zombie and she appeared to be right at home. Even the leaches rejected her death addled body. She crept through the bog with ease and speed. Swimming was far quicker than wading.

And struggling into view was her captain preforming an interpretative Tango. She killed the leaches that had attached themselves to her captain by flicking her finger at them. They dissolved into black silt.

Serren strongly considered emasculating the attacker as she swam up behind him looking at his lower half. He was handsome. But she decided that the Darwinist metaphor would be far more poetic as she, the greater immortal, claimed the lesser as it tried to claim its own prey.

Serren emerged quickly behind Malenexum standing straight. She was over 7 feet tall to complete the evolution diagram. While rising, she blighted the coat to scrap and dust by just thinking it. She possessed the ability to collapse organic matter; and clothing was especially easy to re appropriate being of such small mass. Even polyester was carbon based.

Sealing the deal, she grappled her hands on his forehead pulling him sharply back wards and down. She raised her right knee in the sincerest hope of catching his head with it. A skull crack should do it. Weather or not she completed the knee kick she would release her right hand bring it down on his nose with all the speed she could gather intending to break it.

He would be off balance and hopefully shocked as hell that he would become a victim taken from behind.

Serren would long to remain and finish the job but she needed a compare proposal ideas with Wilson.

32Glory Sieg

LuvMonke Wrote:

As he stumbled forward, Gloria burst into action, kicking forward to dash in and close the distance. show spoilerhide spoiler[] [] Mind Dagger [i] [Immediate - 4 points]

Glory can focus her psionic energy into a slim dagger-like blade of pink energy. It's length is about 8 inches and 2.5 inches wide at the base. The blade can cut as well as a steel blade and its cutting power is dependent on the strike that it is used against. However with a hard enough impact Gloria could punch through about a half inch of steel. She can throw it with mentally influenced aiming and can use it block as well. It can take damage and be destroyed, but can be rematerialized at the next behest. If thrown, it will always return to her hand as long as it stays within 20 feet or it will dissipate.

As his fingertips were in his ears, her fists flew forward to assault his torso and midsection. Her left fist flew out in a hook at his ribs, while her right flew out in a strong straight. There was a muted flash of light and her pink mind blade appeared in her hand to extend the range of her punch at the last moment. She would've tried to press the assault, but saw the cloud overhead and swore silently.

The freak downpour burned like acid, drawing a hiss of pain from the woman as she tried to keep her focus on the bear man.

"Too early.... what the ********?" she hissed through her teeth, removing to let the water get into her mouth.

PP: 21/30

Post: 3

33Unchecked Twitch

Tresondros Ecstuffuan Wrote:

_____After taking his stance Tres once again took a mental measurement of the opponents range with her weapon and he committed it to memory.

Weapon: Blazestar Staff Wrote:

Made of oak, the staff has been pressurized and treated. It is otherwise an ordinary, though notably hard and dense, staff of red stain with hard, golden caps at the end. Measures 5 feet long, 1¾ inches in diameter.

Tres was good at working an advantage, she knew that now... if she relented at all, he'd take the fight and attempt to run with it. D' had absolutely no plans to let him get into any sort of rhythm; this was the part of the game where she understood enough about her opponent to proceed.

He had some sort of... energy about him all the time, energy that could make him perform feats of strength, speed, and agility. He was able to make crystal armor, armor that well-meaning attacks with her feet could crack. If she was comparing him to a certain Stoan King that used to work for her who was able to make a rock mail, then the idea that he'd suddenly create a crystalline weapon wasn't that far off or surprising. In addition to this, he was also able to create structures away from his body; while she didn't exactly watch him make it, that pillar she was thrown though surely wasn't there when the fight started. She'd been able to hide the soreness from striking that, but she'd been kicked in the back in practice, and not long ago risked the separation of her shoulder muscles... she'd be able to suck that up, though there would definitely be a huge sore spot in her back for the next day or so.

In fact, the same nearly applied to the animal screeching its head off in the background... she'd faced adverse conditions was able to deal with them before (not to take away from how HARDCORE Heaven or Hell was). Add to that the fact that a body was able to adjust to unfavorable conditions well enough. It was the reason that even after taking a whiff of the most rank, ripe trash, the urge to throw up tended to leave a person. It was the same way a person could bathe in water just a bit too hot, or swim in water just a bit too cold. To be sure, constant periodic reintroduction of the element made the feelings fresh, but it was never like the first time.

The point was, Twitch got used to it. She got it... this place sucked, but it would only beat you if you let it. The inability to breathe due to the acrid rain was always going to be a fresh issue, but as long as her body didn't directly touch the water, as long as she focused on the fight, she'd be fine enough... especially for the duration that they were poised to be here, battling. That's not to say that she wasn't ready as hell to be done with the monkey and deluge, the leeches and the steaming waters in which they resided, but for now she'd stop letting fear of them cripple her in this fight. She'd deal with the rashes and boils after securing a podium spot.

The monkey howled. Tres blocked. Twitch grinned.

Staying low made it easier for Twitch to spring, which is what she did halfway through her blocked horizontal swing. As the staff glided off the energy-made sword, In it, she performed hopped backwards and brought the weapon around once more to smack him in the face.

Near-simultaneous attacks... his blade would slice through her clothing and into her skin just before he was repaid with a cap to the chin. Just as Tres's strike was shallow, so was her hit not filled with much power at all, as it was more a deterrent. He was being warned and even dared... every time he wanted to move in, she was going to make him pay for it. That was his one and only warning shot.

Also, she couldn't generate much power with her positioning; if she did try to force power she'd be horribly unbalanced and it was better to just drop back with some ability to move. Getting back to the ground able to move was the point.

The streak of blood stained her clothing no more than the rainwater did, and the crimson was thus hidden in already-moist fabric. The left foot dropped into the water just before the right did behind her, and it was the rear foot landing with enough force to part the water at its location, making the leechbed jump into the air. Rather than land in an upright position, Twitch landed with her body so low that her shoulders barely peeked over the surface of the lake.

A single leech floated behind her head, wriggling on its way up as it sprang out of the splash. Off-colored droplets began to fall over the entire marsh. Twitch continued grinning.

Adrenaline: 9 + 1 = 10

[8/17]

34LuvMonke

Glory Sieg Wrote:

Startled by the strange cry that pierced the muggy air, Benjamin was caught flatfooted by his opponent's blitz attack. Already off balance and feeling quite restricted in his soggy outfit, he had no hope of trying to brace for or retreat from the assault. His only option was to keep moving forward and try to make the best out of a bad situation.

Giving up all hope of recovering his balance, as he'd only end doing so in time to be hit full on by whatever combination his opponent had prepared, Ben moved into the stumble. Instead of trying to spread his legs and catch his balance, the swordsman drew his legs together sharply so that he spun counterclockwise about them as he fell.

It was during this spin that the first strike would land, smashing into and bruising his ribs as well as adding further torque to his spin move. A spin move that would normally have carried him past his opponent without taking further damage had she not increased his reach and damage potential with a magic blade of some sort. Her 'Mind Dagger' would slash across his midsection as he twirled past, cutting cleanly through the soggy fabric but halting once it met the chainmail beneath. The vest woven of interlocking steel rings didn't do more than take the edge off of blunt attacks, but it excelled at mitigating slashing or piercing damage. A long string of rings would be split open but that was a small cost to pay to avoid the same fate happening to his more delicate figure.

When all was said and done, the blond would come out of his spin more dizzy and off balance than he'd been a moment before and was forced to sheath his blade into the ground below to stop himself from falling flat on his face.

Before he could say or do anything more, the downpour came and drenched in a short but intense cascade of liquid filth. With him hunched over his blade and his head bowed, not much of the polluted water was able to get into his eyes or mouth, but what little did enter his system was foul enough to curdle his stomach.

It was as he was spitting up whatever he could that his opponent started yapping once more, something about the early bird catch the ******** or something. Glancing over his shoulder to steady his aim, Benjamin replied to her jibber-jabber quite forcibly. The beaut kicking out with his right foot and applied a liberal amount of boot to her backside.

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((I'm congested and not all together clear headed at the moment so if anything doesn't make sense to you, PM me.))

35Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____The psion was still astounded by Twitch's prodigious speed. After her staff smashed against his left arm she brought the other end of the staff around to follow up for an attack in combination with the first. Twitch's combination followed with an attack to the right side of the psion's chin with the left side of her staff*. At the moment, Tres was following through with his forward momentum and his thrusting jab with his mind blade towards the opponents abdomen.

_____What resulted was both attacks landing rather clean. Tres could taste her flesh through the ogranix as it dealt her a shallow wound. The emerald green mind blade was after all merely a physical manifestation of his very personality. However, Tres would not have a moment to savor the flavor of his opponent. The staff cracked against his chin with a harrowing blow.

KRA~!

_____The psychic warrior turned his head to his left to roll with the force of the impact, saving him from being stunned. His eyes followed Twitch even as he turned his head, locked on and menacing. He considered what he learned through the pain. Tres knew that the force that the staff could produce was considerable and what he had just received was merely a fraction of what she could do.

_____He was thankful that he decided to press through Twitch's offense. With such a large weapon, Twitch needed to maintain a certain proximity to keep her weapon effective. By threatening that proximity, he kept her moving backwards. This prevented her from utilizing the kind of footwork that would have resulted in a more powerful blow. By pressing in and challenging his opponents offense with his own, Tres knew that he was saving himself a lot of pain. So he would continue on his present course the moment after the staff cracked against his jaw and he turned his head back to face Twitch.

_____Tres's mind blade snapped back on guard the moment it delivered its attack. As the psychic warrior brought the strange glimmering weapon back, its form seemed to shift as if it were melting into a liquid form. Once Tres brought the mind blade back on guard he grasped the thing with both hands and its shape would be changed into something else entirely. Curiously, the short sword now resembled a parasol or an umbrella. This umbrella had a spiked point at the top of the umbrella.

_____Twitch would not be the only one with a smile on her face. Following the memorized timing of his dangerous surroundings Tres brought the emerald umbrella up and opened the parasol, just before the torrent of noxious and volatile waters fell upon them in a sudden massive deluge. Tres would be saved from being soaked. Tres then closed the umbrella and dropped his center of gravity and bent his knees in a half crouch.

_____If Twitch was stunned by the sickening rain, Tres attempted to move straight towards Twitch into hand to hand range with his umbrella at the ready...

PP: 19 [-1]

Water Heat: Hot

[9]

36Unchecked Twitch

Quote:** Wrote:

By threatening that proximity, he kept her moving backwards.

True.

Quote:** Wrote:

This prevented her from utilizing the kind of footwork that would have resulted in a more powerful blow.

False.

She suspected the rain was coming, and this was it, the confirmation needed to prove to herself that it was going to happen, and as long as she payed attention to the environment, she could probably predict when the skies were going to next open up and assail them. She could then predict when it was time to protect herself. Likewise, she could then predict the next time Tres was going to move to protect himself.

However, since she'd already been waiting to see if the deluge was going to start, she'd already timed him on this one, and she'd already expected him to react. And so, as he shifted his blade into a shape able to protect his head, she continued to wait with bated breath. It was when the parasol was being raised to its resting point, just as he was opening it, that she struck.

"Oua!"

She was spring-loaded for action and the power was unleashed with a forward leap and twist to her right. There would be only a fraction of a second where she didn't see him, the time needed to twist her head over her shoulders. Her right leg was tucked to and a bit past her chest. She was a top, a moving weapon, completing a single half-spin and thrusting her right leg out into Tres's chest. She didn't pounce far enough to slam her foot into his chest... no, she had enough power in her legs to reach someone several feet away. However, her foot would meet his chest and with full extension, the piston tip that was her heel would press against his rib cage. What's more, her staff turned with her, and while the attack was notably less powerful than the one delivered with her jump turning side kick, it was still a sound attack. Delivered simultaneously and landing about a foot higher than her heel, it was more designed to get in the way of any last-second drops of his parasol.

Her opponent was not expected to be standing. Tres was expected to skip once on the water's surface like a rock before the surface tension broke along with all hopes of shielding himself from the water and the acid rain. Whether or not his ribs were broken depended on his own body's toughness but such a shot was a classic technique known for its ability to do some serious damage.

Twitch's kiai would save her a few seconds of breathing in the rain's noxious fumes, though whenever she landed she'd get the full brunt of them.. some might argue that since she'd expelled all the air from her lungs while attacking, she might've been worse off for a need to breathe more than someone standing stationary. She was more worried about her own defense against that, lifting her left arm to the bottom of her face. With the staff then held primarily with the right arm, she attempted to use her wet clothing as a breathing mask. Twitch was acutely aware of not only the water's temperature, but also the numerous leeches she'd exposed her body to, including the one just under the part of her arm she was breathing against. It was as if they were waiting for her to fall back in the water and since she willingly dropped down, the dinner bell was sounded.

Slow breaths. Controlled breaths. Don't... gag.. too... hard.

Hopefully she'd hit Tres true and he'd have a much worse lot than she. In which case...

Quote:** Wrote:

By pressing in and challenging his opponents offense with his own, Tres knew that he was saving himself a lot of pain.

So very, very false.

Adrenaline: 10 + 1 = 11

[9/17]

37Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____His eyes remained locked on Twitch as he put up his umbrella. He realized in that very moment that whatever was coming he did not have a boxers guard and for the moment he looked like he was without any defense. So the half-thought promethean acted with his reflexes as keen as Twitch's amazing speed. It was the result of a body and mind in a closer harmony. The technique that he performed was derived from a kata from the Ecstuffuan Family Fist.

_____While Tres opened his umbrella he immediately performed a quick hop, while leaning backwards and rising his knee up high in an arching path from right to left. Waters sprung from the shallow pool rising up with his sharp vertical spring. With power from the quick twist of his waist the shin of his right leg collided into the ankle of Twitch's thrusting side kick effectively parrying the attack. Instead the kick would clip the inside of Tres's left thigh, a painful blow sure to slow him indeed but not as debilitating as what would have happened had the kick hit his chest.

_____Despite his successful parry Tres could have never guessed in the same moment she also struck with her staff. Her red weapon collided with his crystalline left shoulder due to the movement of his body that followed his parry. Despite it smashing into the hard looking mystical limb she would note the cracks that developed in the shoulder and numerous pieces of crystal falling off that followed her recovering her weapon. She would then see the ugly dent it left in the shoulder. Judging by the look on the psions face he obviously felt it and it seemed that despite the crystalline limbs tough appearance, it clearly took damage that resulted in as much pain as the flesh.

_____The psychic warrior landed first on his right foot, then his left leaving him facing Twitch in clinch range. Twitch's momentum from her great leap left her in cling range with the powerfully built dread head. The emerald shaft of the umbrella collided with the red wood of Twitch's weapon as they came together. As a side effect of their close proximity Twitch would now no longer suffer the effects of the Rain because she was under Tres's umbrella as well.

_____Due to the awkward and sudden nature of the reactionary parry, Tres wouldn't land with the greatest of footing. After landing in south paw stance the psion's left hand gripped high on the shaft of the umbrella. It had been left there after opening the strange emerald weapon. His right hand was low on the handle of the Ogranix umbrella seemingly left over from its previous short sword form. His grip gave him an even hold over his mind blade umbrella which would match evenly against the wide grip of the Twitch's weapon. This was good considering they would likely inevitably end up with their weapons pressed against each other in the close range. The psion then stepped back with his left foot to correct his footing the moment after he landed with his face twisted into an odd mix of pleasure and pain.

_____The psion was cut short by a following jolt of a muscle spasm as soon as he stepped back on that left foot. The agony alerted the psychic warrior to the realization that movement on that left leg was going to be painful from the bruised muscle left over from Twitch's violent kick. The psion still seemed regretfully amused because while he was here for business, he could not help but to find some enjoyment in the battle. There was a child like warmth in that uncomfortable grin.

_____Though Twitch probably couldn't hear him though. The obnoxious animal screaming in the back ground overwhelmed everything in that moment. She may have noticed just the mouth moving as that damn vile animal shrieked from some distance away. It seemed that the psion was beginning to lose himself in the rhythms of the battle. It was a familiar and pleasant thing that served as a oasis of warmth within the den of horrors that was The Bloodwater Mist.

_____If Tres was able to correct his footing unmolested he would continue to act. The psychic warrior pushed Twitch forward with his incredible strength, attempting to force her back. If he were able to do so Tres would let go of his the umbrella with his left hand and tip it forward. This was in an attempt to place the length of the umbrella over her right shoulder and the span of the umbrella behind her upper back and head.

PP: 19

Water Heat: Cooling (due to the quick hop)

Leeches: Everywhere

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1: Tres has a small increase in physical reaction time, giving him the ability to respond to a recognized attack with a complex counter. Such as responding to an opponent grabbing his lapel with a perfectly executed wrist lock without hessitation.

[10]

38Master Nemesis

As his as-yet unseen opponent twisted the fabric of his coat to impede his knife, Blacksmith continued to twist and yank the weapon in his attempt to saw through it, even while he tried to resist the tugging that kept him off-balance. The unholy scream of some unknown swamp creature came and went, partially muffled by the fabric wrapped around his head, yet still piercing enough to leave his eardrums tingling. That was the least of his worries, though. The heat left him feeling like his head was trapped inside an oven, his lungs were starting to burn with the need for air that he just wasn't getting, and the situation was looking dire . . . when, abruptly, what had once been the offending piece of clothing dissolved into a soggy ashen mess covering his head and shoulders.

As the resistance against which he had been pulling vanished, Blacksmith stumbled forward, and hastily wiped the stuff (which had the consistency of boiled cardboard) away from his face -- specifically, his mouth and goggles. As he sucked fresh oxygen through his mask in stifled gasps, he whipped around to face his attacker, knife raised defensively. Though his heart was still hammering in his chest, the fractured mess in his head started to coalesce back into a focused point. Pieces of information that had previously been scattered to the four winds by his fear returned to the fore of his mind. Primary among them was the fact that the water he stood in was scorchingly hot.

With barely a thought, he took advantage of it.

show spoilerhide spoiler- Absorption: Soaking up heat and storing it as magical energy within the body. Includes:

  • Siphoning heat into his body from a system (physical object or substance), through direct physical contact. [. . .]
  • Personal heatproofing, as heat is converted, upon contact with his flesh, into magical energy that is harmless to him (only effective to a certain degree. See Limitations).
  • Passive maintenance, which means that this ability is active unless he chooses to disable it. [. . .]
  • Absorption can only protect a Firecaster from a maximum temperature of 800 degrees Fahrenheit at a given moment upon any portion of the body. If it is surpassed, that excess overflows and overcomes the protection. That difference then added on to the functional baseline (50 degrees Fahrenheit), in how it affects him physically. For example, if the palm of Blacksmith’s hand were struck by a flame, and for three seconds that flame was 1000 degrees Fahrenheit, the portion of his hand struck would be scorched as though exposed, unshielded, to a 250-degree flame for three seconds.

Absorption: Active

Ability Used: Absorption

Targeted System: 10 cubic feet of water -- 125° F

4 Bars Absorbed : (4 bars x 75°) / 10 cubic feet = 30° temperature drop

Current Energy Level: 4

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The water in a small circle around his legs cooled noticeably as he siphoned the heat into his body, though given the vastness of the swamp, it had little overall effect on the environment. Blacksmith would have been pleased to find that there was such a bountiful supply of heat at his command, were he not so focused on the fact that someone had just tried to suffocate him. Well, that someone might have gotten the drop on him, and nearly KO'd Blacksmith in the process, but they had failed. Now, they had lost the element of surprise.

Now, they were in trouble.

[2/17]

The Duke of Id Wrote:

39Unchecked Twitch

Of course he saw that coming... not an ordinary human...

No, Tres had proven himself quick and mobile. Still, there was something in the back of her mind that didn't mind that she missed. This was a good fight and despite the fact that this place sucked and she was going to have to soak in some oils after this =( but she was at least enjoying the straight challenge her opponent was giving her. Maybe she couldn't fault him too much for the initial sneak attack... this was HoH, and one supposed that it was time to do what one had to do.

And so, she was still grinning as their weapons clashed. He mouthed something she didn't catch for the shrieking and moved back and she moved forward with him, forcing them to face each other now in orthodox stance. However, her right brow rose as he threw his arms out, managing to use his raw strength to make her rock back. She naturally flinched at the quick movement of his hand, expecting an actual attack to land, one she'd have to just absorb and try to move through. However, she was surprised that he didn't outright attack her, deciding instead to position himself so that he could--

Sezahm!

She almost went forward, but that's what Tres would probably want... to pull her into him. She went down, twisting her wrist around the staff as she twisted the rest of her body under it. With a notable sharp pain in her shoulder blade, she ended in a squat with her back to Tres. It wasn't the best way to end up, with every part below her chest under the scalding, leech-y waters, but at least she'd slipped under whatever Tres would want to do. She was unaware that half his parasol was still blade.. she was even unaware of just how much she'd cracked the limb... and so expected that he'd have to lift it up at least a few inches if he planned on slamming it down on her shoulder. To her advantage, the staff was up between them, up about his left shoulder while still giving her the ability to move it about in case a quick strike came.

As for her own attacking, there was little she could do in an awkward position except ignore the stupid monkey and the area below her waist that now actually started to hurt due to constant hot water irritation and leeches as she lifted up on the rear of the staff and move it to the right, forcing it to smack Tres in the face. It wasn't going to hurt him much more than a light slap, but if she could distract him from whatever he was trying to do as he analyzed her position, then that was fine and dandy.

Adrenaline: 11 + 1 = 12

[10/17]

40Glory Sieg

Gloria felt her blade tear aginst the armor under his clothing, groaning to herself. All the ******** armor. She'd have to invest in some armor piercing in the future. As he spun to get around, the woman watched him, bracing herself for a backhanded sword swipe, or maybe a shield bash. When he wound up almost falling over, she was a bit confused, but turned to face just as he tried to kick out at her in an attempt to make something out of his dodge.

Quote:** Wrote:

"GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

The boot grazed her hip almost painfully as the monkey screch caught her off guard. The whole seemed out of whack since her last time here, and she was getting pissed off. Just like she had done with Fas, she caught the leg against her body, holding it around the calf just below the knee, to keep it straight. Reversing the grip on her mind blade, she aimed to bring it down, repeatedly into the back of his thigh. In the back of her mind, she felt her lower body burning and tingling and not in the good way.

PP: 21

41The Duke of Id

_______The cloth became dematerialized before his very eyes for no reason, and Malenexum's hands instantly drew back. Was this something his opponent had done? No it couldn't be, otherwise he would've done it from the start. So where--!? And that's when he felt someone grabbing him from behind.

Of course, a Striker!

_______If his reaction would've been faster, he might've been able to dodge the strike or get out of the way, but instead his head noisily collided with the undead woman's knee, eliciting a grunt from the vampire. The masked man fell into the water right after being hit by the knee. It seemed as if he had been knocked out cold for a second, before he emerged back from the water with a look of hatred beneath his mask, something in the water moving left-wise from himself. He swiped at the Striker before realizing she had already gone, having ended her Striker turn. The vampire then turned back to look at the balaclava-wearing human. Both of the vampire's arms came into a defensive posture as the heat around the man seemed to be sucked in, steam visibly fading from around the man and clearing. The masked vampire awaited his enemy, cursing himself under his breath for having let go of his sword at such a critical moment.

_______Still, Malenexum wasn't going to be losing this fight so soon. He was already on the winning side, minus the horrid pounding on his head that actually made his vision blur in an already blurry scenario. The bare-chested vampire seemed largely unscathed by the local fauna, having no leeches on his body despite traveling within the murky waters of the marsh. The steam seemed all but to go through Malenexum, or perhaps he was just that pale?

"Come on then, fool! Fight me!"

[OOC: The following is mostly for judges to read, as it contains what is really going on. If you want to prevent yourself from metagaming, use the hints given instead of reading the spoiler.]

42Tres Ecstuffuan

The Short Version

The Bloodwater Mist

_____When the psychic warrior saw Twitch crouch, he would as well by changing levels and assuming a wrestler's stance.

_____By pulling against Twitch's staff with the umbrella shaped mind blade, Tres lessened the blow of Twitch's awkward staff attack. The staff struck Tres on the right side of a face with a blow that was painful but did not slow him down.

_____Using the pull with his umbrella Tres performed a wrestlers shot forward to get into clinch range against Twitch's back. Using his crystal left arm, Tres reached in between Twitch's legs and wrapped the arm around Twitch's right crotch area to grasp at her waist. The right hand would continue to pull against Twitch's staff in an attempt to pull her upperbody weight over his left shoulder.

_____If Tres was able to secure the grip, he would use it to lift twitch into the air. Tres assisted his lift with his thruster like boost power, sending him up into the air. This gave him the momentum to lift twitch up and twist her body upside down via a clockwise turn. His right hand dropped the umbrella once Twitch was upside down to secure a hold around her neck.

_____Using his grapple Tres positioned Twitch's head so that it would be the first thing to hit the ground. All for the purpose of slamming Twitch into the ground head first.

It was the Emerald Destroyer

The Long Version

The Bloodwater Mist

_____After tipping his umbrella forward in reaction to Twitch, Tres bent his own knees. After lowering his center of gravity the position he arrived in was similar to the one he took earlier in the fight. It was the stance of a wrestler whom had lowered himself, or changed levels in preparation to shoot in for a takedown. While the instincts of a wrestler called for the psion to keep his center of gravity lower than the opponents the situation changed unexpectedly for the psion who prided himself on always being two steps ahead.

_____While Tres had only crouched down, Twitch used her incredible speed and footwork to radically change positions in a flash of motion. After twisting her wrist and crouching down, she would twirl under her staff and put her back to the psychic warrior. In a single moment instead of the canopy of the open umbrella being against her back the canopy was instead against Twitch's staff. The shaft of the umbrella would now be positioned over Twitch's left shoulder due to her rotation under her own staff. Twitch herself was once again between Tres and her own weapon.

_____Tres thought himself lucky. The umbrella itself was not an obvious weapon. It was not bladed and Tres's attempt to position it would yield no direct damage or threat to Twitch's person. What made what Tres had done so dangerous was not the act itself, but how Tres would utilize it to his advantage. After Twitch had made her movement she struck at Tres with a swipe from the right side of her staff up to the psions face.

_____Using his umbrella Tres pulled against the staff as Twitch made her attack. The canopy of the umbrella would pull Twitch's staff into her own chest as she made her rotation to swipe Tres in the face. By pulling against the staff in this manner Tres effectively further reduced the amount of power of the already awkward attack. The length of the staff would bump into Tres's face, which was something Tres clearly felt it based on the cut that was opening up on his brow from the edge of the staff. However Tres was not stunned and moved without missing a beat.

_____The moment Twitch's attack hit, Tres performed a wrestlers shot forward off of his right foot. The psion would end the shot with his left foot forward. This movement allowed Tres to quickly close the distance and ramming his crystalline left shoulder into the middle of her back. His head would be against the back of her left side hip. To assist the speed of his rapid acceleration into clinch range, Tres pulled with umbrella. This would have the additional effect of limiting the motion of Twitch's staff due to the canopy of the open umbrella pulling against it. His crystalline left arm would reach between her legs and wrap around her right leg so that his left hand would be against her right hip.

_____If the psion managed to secure this hold, he intended on using it immediately for violent purpose. At this moment his right hand pulled the umbrella down to his right. This pull would pull the canopy of the umbrella against Twitch's staff to pull her upper body over his left shoulder.

_____Simultaneously he pushed off on both of his legs in an attempt to lift Twitch up into the air and he felt his left quad clutch in agony as he stressed the injured muscle. Worried that he might botch the technique, Tres focused his mind to act in unison with his body. Just like in the beginning of the match, triangular crystalline protrusions burst forth from the psions shoulder blades. A blast of silvery force erupted from the growths. The sound of a jet taking off echoed through the hazy mist of the bloodwater mist. The force sent the psychic rocketing in the air, assisting his lift.

Skkkshh!

_____As the psychic warrior snatched the staff wielding maiden into the air, he used his grip to further tilt her body in a clockwise turn so that Twitch's head would be on Tres's right side hear his hip. As her head arrived in this place, the psion dropped his umbrella and moved his right arm to secure a hold around Twitch's neck.

_____Once the psion reached the apex of his ascent he fell to the ground rapidly. He used his grip to position Twitch's body so that her head would be the first thing to hit the dirt packed earth beneath the steaming waters. Tres did this by sitting out with his attack and landing hard on his behind.

_____To put it simply he slammed her on her head in a sharp descent.

KRA-KOOM!

_____Water erupted into the air as the pair fell into the bog. The world would go silent in the moment after Tres finally debut his finishing move.

The Emerald Destroyer

_____Tres let go of Twitch and turned to his right to get his feet up under him to stand.

PP: 16 [-3]

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Boost

[Immediate - 3 points]

A growth of crystal expands suddenly out from Tres's shoulder blades. This growth is designed to convert psionic energy into force allowing him to briefly push his body in a straight line forward through the air a total distance of 8 feet. The sound released by this technique sounds identical to the propulsion one would hear from a small jet. The power produces a notable amount of force and can be used to increase the power of a physical attack while setting Tres off balance and briefly out of control of his momentum.

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43LuvMonke

Glory Sieg Wrote:

> Quote: Wrote: > "GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

"GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

The startling cry rang out once more startling both combatants enough that they ******** up. Gloria was distracted enough to allow Benjamin's kick to hit more cleanly than it would have and Benjamin was distracted enough that he couldn't yank his leg back in time before she got a hold of it. Bracing his leg against her body with her left hand, she spun that pink blade around in her right in preparation to strike.

Benjamin wouldn't give her the opportunity to begin using his thigh as a pincushion. Seeing as the water they were standing in was only growing more unbearable as time went on, to the point that it was currently scalding, he chose to do so in a fashion that got most of his body out of the water. Placing his left hand on top his right hand to better brace himself against his sword, Benjamin push off left leg to get airborne and then fire that same leg towards his opponent's chest. The maneuver was not the most graceful ever as he still held his buckler in his left hand but the metal bar by which he held the miniature shield was small enough to allow him to get half a grip on small items. Not enough to win a tug of war, but enough for his purposes.

The strike was twofold. First his launch off the ground would spin his torso and his foot inside his opponent's grip, loosening the hold she hand on him. Secondly his other foot would slam hard into her chest, as close to her solar plexus as he could manage, so that he not only pushed her back but also winded her in the process. All in all, should nothing unexpected happen, the blow should be enough to free his foot and possibly knock her back on her a**.

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44Unchecked Twitch

To be 100% honest, Twitch couldn't see anything Tres was doing, since she'd turned his back to the fighter-- a dangerous thing to do in any situation, to be sure. One would have hoped that her instructor would have warned her against something like that... and maybe Seung was watching and wincing. But baby you had to take chances, you had to go with your gut, and that's what she did.

Tres was allowed to manipulate the staff's positioning with his umbrella. The attack with that was meant to annoy and distract, but not harm.. she hadn't the position or mind for that, especially since she knew she was setting herself in a horrible position. And for that, Twitch simply released the weapon, her arms moving outward and pointedly away from it.

She expected Tres to drop over her shoulders, picking her up for a bear hug then slamming her into the nasty waters they fought in. Instead, he shot straight into her, causing her eyes to open wide and body to stiffen as he struck the exact place where she'd broken his earlier crystal pillar. It was only for her squatted position that she didn't immediately go limp, Twitch able to slide her left leg forward in an act of defiance. However, while she was able to keep him from knocking her forward, she could do nothing to keep him from wrapping his arms around her and.. bending her up and back?!

!!!

She could see it happening even before it all went down... he was going to pick her up, and he was going to slam her. Tres would probably do it repeatedly if he could, because by now he was aware that he had more raw physical strength than Twitch, what with being able to push her back with but a shove. The latest shoot would've toppled her if she wasn't already quite low. And so knowing that and fearing what awaited her in his arms, her hands moved back in, behind and below her to her opponent's head.

Quote:** Wrote:

Skkkshh!

45Tres Ecstuffuan

First post in the bloodwater mist Wrote:

_____While never ceasing his sentinel like gaze into the fog around him, the psion gingerly plucked two pieces of crystal from his strange left limb. He would place these small pieces of crystal into both of his ear lobes, knowing what was coming..."

The Blood Water Mist

_____There was absolutely nothing the psion could do to avoid Twitch's pulse after she successfully slapped his ears with his right hand. Air was forced into Tres's ear canal and was stopped by the crystalline plugs in his ear. However the pressure and the impact of the slapped would still be effected, leaving Tres's face sore.

______The intensity at which the psion wanted to land this technique and finally be done with this hellhole was intense. That desire and the protection granted by the ear buds gave him the fortitude to maintain his grapple despite the pain. Like someone biting down onto a bit to assist them in handling the pain, Tres would squeeze his hold on Twitch harder....

______That was until the distortion in the air heralded the sudden eruption of a surge of energy directly into Tres's right ear. The right ear bud would crack and dissolve, giving way to the force of the surge that crashed into his right ear drum. The impact of the jolt of energy was such that it disrupted Tres's concentration and precision, causing him to botch the move...Not enough so that he would let go of Twitch, but so that he would be unable to position her head to be the first thing to hit the ground.

______Tres's aerial balance during the descent was shot due to the surge, along with his balance and his sense of technique. This meant that rather than Twitch being slammed on her head, she would land on her upper back. This transformed a technique that threatened to knock her out, to one that would simply hurt a lot.

______The psion relinquished the grapple on Twitch as soon as they hit the ground. His right hand immediately went to his bleeding right ear with his eyes wide with the realization that the only thing he could hear for the moment was a high pitched keening. This constant noise was so loud that it overwhelmed the pain that throbbed rhythmically in his head. He attempted to stand but upon getting to his feet the psychic warrior fell back down almost immediately. For the moment his balance was shot due to his temporary loss of equilibrium, so he took a knee facing Twitch, with his right hand on his ear and his head just above the leech filled waters.

______Just when Tres thought things couldn't get any more terrible, the sky opened up once more to a vicious torrent. After being hit with the intense surge of energy, Tres was too distracted to recount the timing of the weather. With his dropped umbrella out of reach, Tres simply covered his eyes as best he could with his crystalline left hand and was sent into a coughing sniffling fit...

PP: 16

Waters: Warm (cooled down due to aerial technique)

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46Unchecked Twitch

Damn it.

Amongst many less-formed subconscious thoughts, those two words were the ones that stood out most in her mind. She'd done everything she could... she'd tried wriggling, knowing some basic releases out of grapples, she tried timing him, and she was sure she hit hard enough. But there it was, the proof that Tres wasn't deterred enough to drop her.

She broke the surface of the water and her body tightened. She wanted to hold onto something... anything. However, turned away from him, the only thing she could think was her staff that had been pressed against her and trapped against her in the hold. Hell, it was better than nothing.

The same reason that her hands wouldn't've been too slow in attacking him was the same reason that the water wasn't going to be much help in softening this blow, and her back met the smooth bottom of this place as the water moved out of their way to accomodate her body. And as the water rushed back in, the liquid and leeches jealous and hungry for them, she remained laying with her eyes open as she just... felt it all over again. She'd been able to almost ignore that constant sting in her back, she'd almost forgot it happened at all thanks to the heat of battle. However here and now, as more and more injury compounded there, she could no longer just... ignore it. Her mind and body screamed what her mouth could not.

No, her mouth would remain closed as the hot water of the Mists covered her and as Tres backed away from her. Undoubtedly, the KO countdown would start as the acid rain began to fall. Here and now, it would seem like Tres had finally done her in.

But then, a flicker of abnormal movement in the water... a spark of energy, a mote of light. Another flash, and even through his covered eyes Tres could see the light that, in all of two seconds' time, seemed to cover the entirety of the area. The curious would likely try to see exactly what had happened, why the colors of the place changed, why the very feel of the venue changed. Were Tres to remove his arm and spy past the falling rain, he would immediately note some things that he had every right to be alarmed about.

  1. The Bloodwater Mists appeared to be on fire. While there was no smoke around them to choke on, the acid rain took care of that. While there was no burning heat for them to sweat from, the humidity of the area took care of that. Clothes would not begin to dry, despite the fact that it now seemed that he was in a lake of flames.
  1. Just as the land around them appeared to burn, so did the sky and that which fell from it. This did not seem to be an acid rain, but otherworldly fire. Tres would still choke and spit from being in the storm, and the storm would not last any longer than it had before.
  1. The fire around them and on the horizon was red, as would be expected from flames. The fire around Tres was turning black and purple.
  1. Twitch was rising from the lake of flames. She didn't open her mouth despite needing to cough and gag from the rain she introduced herself to, mostly because there were leeches in the boiling lake she'd been slammed into. Instead, very hoarsely choked on the acid rain fire storm. Her rising with a ton of leeches on her would have been comical if not for the fact that she had her arms outspread in an inviting pose, and there weren't several layers of magical circles constantly drawing themselves around her as one slowly spun around her waist in this fiery venue. The number of people who could read her native Esterian language in this land could be counted on one hand... but if any of those people were watching, they would be able to translate some of the words on the circles, the magical script linked to Egami Evitagen.

Also surprising may be the fact that she sported devilish wings. They were rather large, seeming as if they could actually support her weight were the membrane not ripped to shreds, hanging onto the bone by sheer will of force and perhaps habit.

  1. Were he able to hear more than a whine, he would be able to hear what would've been the first indication that something was happening... he would be able to hear the hymn, the words to which were also in the magical circles surrounding her and the area.
  1. Through the lake of fire, Twitch never took his eyes off Tres. Her goggles would allow her to see if he moved to her, sensing a need to stop her from casting, or away from her to give her space and reassess his situation. He could see that she rose in a bit of a hunch, telling well of the pain she felt in her back, but she rose with a large, toothy smile. Her head too dropped slightly and her pointed ears showed their natural concave curve, giving her the appearance of horns.

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EXSpecial: Egami Evitagen Wrote:

Tapping into her Tear of the Fallen and all of the powers it represents, Twitch completely switches the elemental planes' alignment, reversing the elements – fire looks like fire, but reads as water and is thus unusable by anyone using fire abilities. Only if an attack is switched to fire can she manipulate it, and depending on the situation, it may actually appear as fire. However, note that this Dramatic Effect applies only to the affected attack rather than the field or magical field effect, and Egami Evitagen will not cause any immediately damaging field effects. For example, in an arena where Dark is the latent element, EE temporarily switches the latent element to Light. While this will surely make demons and vampires frown because it will be like fighting on hallowed grounds, it will not make them beginning burning on the spot. Likewise, switching a forest’s Terra alignment to Lightning will not turn the ground into a lightning net.

The technique does not switch what a person is able to control, only what the elements on the field are. Twitch will always stick to what reads as fire, someone like Vahn would always stick to what reads as fire, and someone like Jocasta would always stick to what reads as lightning. Assuming the field/attack switches favorably to her and becomes temporarily fire-aligned, D’ will not incur any cost for manipulation of an opponent’s attack or open flames. The elemental plane opposites are as follows: Fire / Water; Lightning / Terra; Light / Dark; Air / Non-elemental. Sub-elements such as Ice, Void, and Steel will be classified into appropriate approximate elements depending on the attack affected.

47Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____Oh how mother nature ever asserted her dominance and laid the mighty low. The proud Tresondros Ecstuffuan was bowed as the boiling waves disturbed the flesh below his neck. He was rendered helpless just as the rain fell and he was immediately blinded. While coughing, wheezing, sniveling and hacking, he rubbed his irritated burning eyes like a teary child. Even as he suffered the effects of the rain he finally managed to find the balance to get to his feet and begin stumbling away. While he got up, he could not sense any movement from his opponent in the waves. He thanked mother Ioun when it seemed for a moment that Twitch had finally decided to stay down.

_____After all, how could anyone survive the Emerald Destroyer? It was the psychic warriors ultimate technique. Yet something still bothered the psion. Perhaps it was because once he finally was able to stop rubbing his eyes, he began to dry heave as his body seemed to be on the verge of vomiting. Or maybe, it was the fact that Tres knew he did not hit the technique perfect. With his right ear bleeding and the ability to hear out of it absolutely diminished, he knew that she did something that threw him off his game.

_____Tres was almost overwhelmed by the rain sickness and the high pitched ringing in his head. The agitation was such that he almost forgot the pain of the hot water with its biting leeches, the agony of the bruise over his left rib, and the swelling in his left thigh. However the knowledge that his opponent must have been hurting a lot more made it all worth it.

_____After a few moments the coughing from the rain began to subside. He managed to force a smile out of this sickened expression on his hansom face as blood ran down from his cut right brow down along to his chin. He felt that this bout had gone much better than his previous one with the bone queen, even considering his present state.

_____Then just when Tres expected a judge to fly in and declare the bout a knock out victory something odd happened. The irritation of his eyes was beginning to clear up. Eventually he could finally open his eyes and when he did everything was different...

_____In his blindness the world had changed. The psion would not have believed it if you had told him that this place could have possibly got any worse. However, somehow, it did. Just as he got to his feet the emerald shaper beheld the impossible!

______The waters of the bog and falling rain ignited in raging blue sea of fire. Suddenly the psion was engulfed in a lake of roaring flames and before the rational mind could look deeply into the situation the primal one simply reacted. The psychic warrior responded as any simple beast would to suddenly seeing themselves within a lake of flames.

______...And in that brief moment of staunch belief as Tres so often did, he found reality in the delusion. Twitch would note the sudden reddening of the psion's flesh and light minor burns appearing in several places on his mostly nude body. Tres's psychic body was at such a higher degree of synchronization, that things which fooled the mind could fool the body as well. Yet while Tres was certainly strange from taking light injuries from something that really only existed as a visual illusion, he was not a simple animal.

______Eventually his powerful mind pieced together the fact that the tatters of clothing that were still left on his muscular body were still moist and the fact that the blue flames was no hotter than the boiling wet temperatures of the waters beneath his waist. Along his upper body, there was no burn. Tres had never really been engulfed in flames before (if you can believe it living on Gaia) so his mind didn't have the ability to continue to fool itself realistically. What's more is that the psion realized that he only began to feel the burn instead of the boil, when he opened his eyes. With this the psychic warrior was able to piece together that it was only an illusion. At least as far as he was concerned, he did not realize the implications this had on amplifying the hellcat's abilities.

______With that realization he became more sensitive to other things that were off. Such as the odd discoloration that only existed among the fires around his person. Then Tres realized something else. Twitch must have been trying to target him. It did not take long for the psion to find his eyes to the grinning winged creature across from him. In the obscured black silhouette of the roaring flames, he noticed that her ears eerily resembled horns.

______Now Tres looked angry and somewhat embarrassed. His expression gradually changed as if he realized what was so funny as he looked upon Twitch's grinning teeth highlighted around her black silhouette. He pointed forward with his crystalline left hand with a confident grin on his face.

  • And the home team crowd goes wild!

______Tres had been put in a terrible situation. In fact this entire tournament seemed to put him against impossible situations. He fought an aberration with abilities that broke their bodies as well as their very sanity. Then he fought the bone queen berserker in the worse conditions imaginable. Then somebody imagined worse conditions and now he fought a devil in hell itself.

______Well the measure of a man doesn't come when they meet a challenge that they know they can surmount. The caliber of a warrior was shown in how tall they stand in the situations that cannot be won. Against absolute terror, Tresondros Ecstuffuan was going to keep pushing forward. Through the fire and the flames, he carried on.

______The thought promethean stepped forward and in a flash of emerald tearing through the field of red, Ogranix returned to Tres's right hand still in its umbrella shape. Tres held the emerald umbrella high on its shaft near the inside of the canopy. He moved in a south paw stance, leading with the open umbrella with the shaft held along his forearm.

______Though he could not really hear the hymn or much of anything. Tres seemed to be dead set on his theme music playing instead. What Tres thought so often became reality and music could be heard radiating ambient within the bloodwater mist.

PP: 13 [-3]

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Call Mind Blade

[Immediate - 3 Point]

Tres may psionically call out to his mind blade. Because the Mind Blade is a part of his personality he maintains a telepathic link to it. By calling out to his mind blade, the blade responds by telekinetically moving to his grasp at incredible speeds. The Blade must be able to travel in a straight path without anything between it and Tres for this power to work. Tres may not use this to attack something by pulling his weapon through them.

Create Sound

[Immediate - 0 Points]

Tres may create a volume of sound that rises, recedes, approaches, or remains at a fixed place. He may choose what type of sound the power creates when manifesting it and cannot thereafter change its basic character. The volume of sound created is dependent on the psion's power. Tres is powerful enough to create as much noise as 10 humans. Thus, he can create virtually any sound within that noise level. Tres could at maximum create the sound of a gun firing in the immediate area. However, the only way Tres usually uses this power is to create background music during his fights.

48Master Nemesis

With some of the coat slurry still clinging to his hastily-cleaned goggles, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and the ever-present steam obscuring everything, Blacksmith was not as attentive to detail as he would have been otherwise. All he could focus on was the imposing figure that had risen from the water only a few feet before him, just outside of striking range.

In the back of his mind, he was already comparing what he could make out with information gleaned from significant amount of time he'd invested studying the other competitors. "The vampire," he deduced almost immediately. "Uses a sword. Abilities related to masks, somehow. Agile. Vicious." Memories of fight footage flashed through his head. "How do I fight him?" he asked.

The Duke of Id Wrote:

"Come on then, fool! Fight me!"

Just as Malenexum issued his challenge, a torrent of dirty, foul-smelling rain cascaded from the sky, so abruptly it was as though someone had flipped a switch. Though it washed a bit more of what remained of the other man's coat from his lenses, the stuff was so caustic that the smell of it seared his nostrils, even through the damp fabric of his mask. If that wasn't bad enough, it only took a moment for it to start soaking into the balaclava and the rest of his clothes, leaving an unpleasant tingling sensation all over his scalp, neck, and shoulders. He would soon be thankful that his goggles, at least, kept the nasty substance out of his eyes.

Given a hellish environment that he was eager to leave, and the well-established ferocity of his opponent, he now had his answer.

"Aggressively."

Blacksmith sucked in a lungful of corrupted air that left his airways burning as he lunged forward to close the distance, leading with his right foot in a small kick-and-step motion, as if punting a soccer ball. The motion would splash some simmering bog water at his enemy's face, as Blacksmith's left hand slipped out of sight behind his own waist. Capitalizing on the momentum of his lunge, he drew his left knee up towards his chest, and directed the hard rubber treads of his left boot at his enemy's center-of-mass for a potent thrust-kick. Meanwhile, his body continued to suck in heat, filling him with precious energy.

Ability Used: Absorption

Targeted System: 10 cubic feet of water -- 95° F

4 Bars Absorbed : (4 bars x 75°) / 10 cubic feet = 30° temperature drop

Current Energy Level: 8

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49Unchecked Twitch

She remained her hunched stance up until he called out his defiance to her. It was then that, with a hiss and groan of effort, she straightened her back before appearing to slump even more than before. He could see her visage switch into pain for just a split second before it reverted back to the wide, dangerous smile.For the most part, Tres remained his position... so aiming and such wouldn't be a problem. The fire about him was already purple and black, already being directly manipulated.

It took only for her to curl the fingers on her still spread arms to make the flames leap up at him in the shape of a swirling cylinder. With Tres beginning to walk to her, he'd have little to no warning before the wave slammed into his back and washed up into his face, depending on just how far he'd moved. Whereas the other effects he might be feeling were due to his mind amplifying the effects of fire, there was no doubt that this energy could, and would, begin to roast him.

She'd watch the results and Tres's reaction to that attack action as she used her lowered stance, what seemed like a slump due to pain, to begin sprinting in. She could feel every muscle in her back tighten, but she'd push through it. She knew that through time-out, or through one of them getting dropped at the end of this exchange, this fight was nearing its end; she could hold on just that much more. She could manage to not think about how bad the blisters and peeling on her legs would be, she could manage to force her mind to call the leech's bites a series of mosquito bites that she had to endure, she could stand to push past the limit she toed.

It hurt, but Twitch didn't show the pain. She'd rather show her resolve.

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Innate: Pyromancy Wrote:

Control of open flames and sources of notable heat within fifteen yards that are not being manipulated by others. Just as she cannot easily affect others' fire attacks, opponents will find it incredibly difficult to magically take control of hers. Flames she manipulates will darken, gaining a dark, pale purple hue. Maximum amount of manipulated flame equals the area of a 3x3x5 foot cube. Typical manipulation includes creating walls of flame, whips, or fireballs. Control of flames will cost 1 charge per turn.

50Glory Sieg

As Gloria's right arm was already extended to puncture his leg, she simply bent it a bit more towards her, catching his surprise kick on her forearm, then pushing it away to the side. It hurt, sure, but was probably far less effective than he was intended. As his trapped foot twisted, she figured his intent was more to get himself free than launch any full on offensive. Letting his right leg slipped free, she decided to give him a push.

Or a Shove, as it were.

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Gloria can affect one or more objects or creatures by concentrating her mind upon them and pushing them away with a psychic energy. Gloria can push a man of 250 pounds 15 feet away into a prone position with the force of the push. Gloria can also use her shove ability to push objects with the same amount of force. This push however cannot do any direct damage to the target. The range of this ability is 20 feet in front of Gloria.

As he was perched on his sword to keep himself above the water, Gloria's burst of energy was aimed to push him down and away from her, unbalancing his perch and taking him into the water. Even as she shoved him, Gloria was advancing again, her burning legs keeping her driven to finish this.

PP: 18/30

Post: 5

51Tres Ecstuffuan

Unchecked Twitch Wrote:

[size=12]Shattered Heaven waits

Eternally guiding fate

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E G A M I . E V I T A G E N

Adrenaline: 3 + 1 = 4

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The Bloodwater Mist

_____The psion's confident smirk turned into a toothy grin filled with what could only be described as madness. Tres could have never seen the pillar of fire coming, roaring at his back. Perhaps it was payback for the beginning of the match where Tres ambushed Twitch to get the battle started. While the psion could not escape the pillar of fire erupting at his rear, he could use it to his advantage.

_____To what violent purpose the psychic warrior sought to use his deadly predicament was unknown even to himself. Being surrounded by a sea of flames a part of his mind still felt that it all was real. The rapid ascension of temperature felt by his flesh promised only pain and all Tres knew is that he would welcome it in full.

_____As the fire storm tore into his back, his eyes glowed fierce with psionic energy as they narrowed with agony. The terrible flames caused patches of flesh to warp and sizzle as the blue flame burned a trail through his light brown flesh. Yet this agonizing path was ceased when those triangular crystal projections erupted from Tres's back, and burst back at the flame with tremendous mind force. The psion rocketed forth and a sound like a jet taking off would echo both over the roar of the sea of fire and the monkeys cry. The power of Tres's boost ability and the fire pushing against his back would propel him forward at monumental speeds.

_____Tres felt the burned flesh along his back tear as he flexed his muscles with a warriors will to position his body behind the canopy of his spiked tipped parasol. He aimed his emerald umbrella so that his body would be shielded by the canopy and the spike projecting out of the top of the umbrella would be poised to run Twitch through as he slammed into her with the emerald mind umbrella. This spike was not sharp and was rounded to look more like a nub that would simply reduce the surface area of the strike rather than actually penetrating Twitch's chest.

_____The blunt spike of the umbrella was poised to deliver a serious blow right in Twitch's chest as she sprinted forward to meet the psion. Tres held emerald umbrella by its shaft with his right and left hand, bracing for impact. The canopy of the umbrella protected Tres's head and most of his torso.

PP: 10 [-3]

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52Unchecked Twitch

Tresondros Ecstuffuan Wrote:

The psion rocketed forth and a sound like a jet taking off would echo both over the roar of the sea of fire and the monkeys cry.

Tres had already twice used his boost, and by now Twitch was used to both seeing and hearing it. The spikes on the back, the explosion of sound... they reminded her of another Goddamned fighter she'd seen in HoH. Tres had yet to display the other sorts of abilities she'd seen him show, but it was for the better. What mattered was that while she wasn't going to be able to stop his boosting, she'd know when he was doing it. Twitch's fire didn't make that noise.

There it is.

Any sort of crashing he did into her was going to hurt, blocked or deflected. And so Twitch did stop, dropping into a low southpaw squat that put all but her head beneath the lake of fire. Red fire swept up into the air, giving her leg and entire body a flaming trail as she spun slightly away to give herself just another couple of feet of space against the rushing psion.

In the lift, her upper body turned, right arm behind her to yank the rest of her chest around. The lower body held until the last possible second to allow her the maximum amount of torque, and to correctly time it all. When her torso snapped around, her right leg was vertical. The face she wore was one of pain for the extreme amount of twisting she'd just put her back through, mixed with that smile.

"OUA!"

One of her favorite, most effective attacks, the axe kick... her foot would meet the parasol. This seemed like a very very very bad thing until the force of her foot angled the thing downward and drove the rest of the force, and especially the arc of distorted air and red fire, down into Tres's face. Twitch's regular axe kicks were enough to make Tres's crystal crack. The arc of boot and energy that struck his ramrod and head should have been more than enough to absolutely shatter his armor/weapon, which was nothing to say of the damage the (Jump Fading) Tornado Axe Kick would do Tres's head and neck area.

With luck, Tres's velocity would change instantly, the man being driven under a descending D'. She was, however, at least prepared for the possibility that he'd run her over even if he got hit. It would hurt like absolute EVERYTHING, but for the possibility to end this fight, it was kinda worth it.

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ESpecial: Tornado Kick Wrote:

An advanced version of the Dust Kick, Twitch rotates to add more torque and double the power of her physical and aural attack. Can be delivered with any type of kick; roundhouse kicks concentrate all of the power in a crescent before her, axe kicks and vertical kicks deliver the power downward and upwards, respectively. Direct/glancing strengths are appropriately doubled. Four charges.

Special: Dust Kick (for reference) Wrote:

A straight or side kick sends out a shockwave of energy on the ground, raising the titular debris in a 3-foot wide, 4-foot high (roughly, the height of her foot after a standing kick) cylinder. Direct hit delivers a concussive force of two meaningful kicks; getting caught in its immediate wake (1½ feet) or the edge delivers the force of a single meaningful kick. Moving at a constant rate of 20mph, it has an effective range of 25 yards after which it dissipates completely. Two charges.

53LuvMonke

Glory Sieg Wrote:

With his opponent dropping one foot and deflecting the other, Benjamin could only gain any leverage for a follow up from arms and their perch on his blade. Since he could only really wrest a half and a half upon it, not much leverage could be gotten and none sufficient for any attack worth the name. He had intended on releasing his blade anyway, and dropping out of site to get a little distance between them. He'd yet to properly catch his breath or adapt to his new and increasingly hostile environment. The water was really begin to broil him now and the leeches were chewing his costume to bits. By this time there was nothing left of the bear suit but bits of fabric clinging to his half-armored form. He hadn't lost too much blood yet, sure his thighs, biceps and face were exposed to loving bites from the leeches but he had protection elsewhere. Besides the chain mail adorning his torso he also wore gauntlets around his forearms and steel toed boots that covered his legs below the knees.

So with was a relief and chagrin that he was away from his opponent and into the steamy depths. He surfaced not too long afterwards, not feeling very refreshed from his dip in the swampy pool but with a little distance he could catch his breath and his balance. That distance was shrinking as his opponent continual advanced but he had space enough.

His sword had been left behind, so he was unarmed. He had his buckler but although useful as an improvised weapon, it just didn't have the same cutting capabilities that the beaut was so fond of. So he reached to the waistband of his studded belt and drew from it as one would a credit card from their wallet or pocketbook, retrieving one of blades bound within each of the six studs. The blade he chose was a nice knife with a cutting edge of two and half inches, small in comparison to his opponent's mind blade but weighted for throwing.

He did so now flicking in the blade in his opponent's direction, as it sped on its way towards her gut, once couldn't help but notice the way it was surrounded by a swirling mass of red sparks that matched their surrounding quite nicely. That was because it was imbued with Benjamin's unique brand of electricity. Should his opponent fail to remove herself from it's path, she'd feel a quite a shock.

Code: [Shock Therapy]

Benjamin can manifest his energy in the form of red arcs of electricity around himself or any object in which he is in physical contact. Depending on how many cells of energy is channeled into a manifestation, contact with another living being can have a variety of effects. Note, objects can only hold a charge for 6 posts and only items of sufficient girth can hold the maximum amount of charge. Any item can hold a one cell charge, but to hold a two cell charge an item must be larger than a 16 oz soda and in order to hold a three cell charge an item must be larger than Benjamin's forearm. Being who come into contact with a one cell charge will normally suffer brief convulsions or twitches around the point of contact as well as first degree electrical burns.

Regardless, Benjamin prepared for the eventualty of a dodge or block by allowing his elemental power to manifest upon the hand which had just throw it (his right).

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54Tres Ecstuffuan

OOC: Rolling for Psionic Overload.

55Tres Ecstuffuan

Unchecked Twitch Wrote:

The face she wore was one of pain for the extreme amount of twisting she'd just put her back through, mixed with that smile.

Surrounded by broken dreams?

Lift your voice and sing

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E G A M I . E V I T A G E N

Adrenaline: 4 - 4 = 0

[14/17]

The Bloodwater Mist

_____The sprinting opponent suddenly stopped and dropped down low as the psion cruised towards his person with flames and silvery force erupting from his scorched back. Through his emerald green translucent parasol he saw her face as their proximity sharply closed. He saw that tell-tale smile of hers as she crouched and started into a spin. He knew as red fire trailed up her body to that right leg that whatever he was about to run into was ready...

_____Tres was moving at a rapid speed. With his tremendous forward momentum the psychic warrior barely had the time to think. He certainly did not have time to change his course of action. So he didn't change anything. All Tres did was think a single thought before they came close. He stayed the course and just focused everything upon a single purpose. He would later realize that had intended on hitting Twitch as hard as he could with everything he had left! Tres screamed as his muscles flexed to add every bit of physical strength he could muster into this attack. His mind working in tandem with his body, struck as well...

_____With the extra moment granted to Tres by the same retreating motion that gave Twitch the time to perform her axe kick, the psychic energy remaining in Tres's mind flooded into Ogranix. Tres's mind blade that was shaped like an umbrella glowed bright with an emerald light just before the Axe kick came down to meet the canopy of the parasol.

BOOOOOOOOOM!

_____When the open umbrella met the heel of Twitch's axe kick red flames and distortion collided with a cascading wave of emerald green. A tremendous wave of concussive energy exploded out from the umbrella against Twitch's striking right leg and the body behind it. The force was such that it threatened to overwhelm her attack and send her reeling backwards.

_____The rain that fell upon Twitch and Tres was thrown back into the sky as force exploded around them. Not a single drop would touch them when Ogranix and the fiery heel met.

_____This blow held the absolute most power Tres could possibly muster. The emerald parasol with the hardness of steel met the Twitch's heel with the entirety of Tres's upperbody along with the remaining strength of his mind. His boost power and the flames that scorched his back afforded him more momentum and therefore a bigger impact. The collision would literally cause the steaming bog to quake. Twitch would notice something else following the impact. If attack if it hit clean, would deal Twitch a blow to her mind. If she survived the attack she would find herself dizzy and uncoordinated for a few moments.

_____Regardless of what happened to Twitch, the colliding energies threw Tres in the opposite direction away from his opponent. Tres's loose body would skip a few times against the hot and steaming waters before he landed a way's away on his back beneath the leech filled waves.

_____Tres barely managed to sit up a few moments beneath the hot waters. He was breathing heavily and even tiny movements seemed as if they took incredible effort. After getting his head above the leech filled waters so that he could breath he looked out into the cloudy mist of the bog silently praying to Ioun that Twitch was down.

______The psychic warrior was in a hazy half consciousness and delirious with pain. His body was covered in burns and dried silvery blood. Tres did not remember the last time he felt this exhausted and he was not sure if he could even stand to his feet...

______He managed to lift his crystalline left hand up which now had the texture of dull dirty glass. He held a shard of what remained of Ogranix, his mind blade and he was unsure of where the rest of it was.

PP: 0 [-10] [Psychic Enervation]

[15]

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Mind Strike

[Standard - 10 Points]

Tres may charge his Mind Blade with a massive torrent of Psionic energy. Using this amount of psionic energy causes a massive amount of stress to Tres's body forcing him to take a Psionic Overload roll. The ability manifest in the form of a glowing energy crackling with emerald sparks overwhelming his mind blade. The power is unleashed when Tres strikes an object with his mind blade, unleashing a massive blast of concussive energy increasing the strength of the blow as if it were a blow delivered by a man of twice Tres's strength over a 2 foot wide surface area a distance of 6 feet. If the mind blade breaks the skin or delivers a wound on the opponent during the Mind Strike then the opponent is also dealt a mental blow, that can render a person with normal will power dizzied and discombobulated making it difficult to focus for a total of 1 to 2 post (A few moments, the opponent decides).

56The Duke of Id

[Rolling for Trickster's Gamble Move]

[PAIR o' 3s!

Jimmy Hicks with the Sticks

Activated]

57Unchecked Twitch

Please watch over me,

Daraku Tenshi.


Were Tres aiming to strike Twitch in the chest or her leg, then perhaps it would've been more clean a hit. However, a sickening attack was met with a sickening block, and the most injury Twitch would occur would be to her hamstring, her leg jamming against the Organix. Did she see the glow? Subconsciously... not long enough to do anything about it or care about it. She might've seen it for a few seconds more and still not changed her attack pattern because she knew that that he was coming, and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

She felt it, she felt her foot hit the parasol, before she felt the enormous force throw her back the way she came-- into the air, and back. It was by the grace of the Powers That Be that there were no trees for her to slam her back into. She'd have just enough time to turn, aiming the balls of her feet to the ground, hands out to help support her four-point landing--

"Aaaauuugh!"

Twitch landed on fours, but instantly crumbled. She'd felt it in midair, the sting, the tightness of her right hamstring, but she knew that this was almost over. Just fight on one leg... it's been done before in movies, and she'd done it herself to an extent. Defend, play safe, don't let Tres hit her... she could do that. But hell, she shouldn't even have to worry about Tres hitting her... though her foot hit the shield as planned, the energy of the Tornado Kick should've taken care of Tres. So yeah, all she had to do was stand up, not get knocked out. Get up before Tres, let the KO count catch up with him, let the stage timer tick away on him.

...Such was the reason she went for the landing, expecting her feline agility to see her through in this stressful time. Such was the reason she decided to ignore that tightness in her leg. However, her body threw her hubris back at her in spades, the leg giving out the moment she dropped onto it. The water her body displaced was still rushing away from her, but it was already making its way back in. For a few seconds, she was covered again in the scalding water, though the pain in her leg trumped the heat of the lake.

...Water. Somewhere between Tres's attack and her own, in that explosion of energy, the world reverted to its natural state, and so did Twitch as Egami Evitagen's effects faded away into memory. The ears-as-horns were already hers, though the fur was drenched and her ears drooped. The wings were gone, and all that was left was the submerged D'.

Stick to the plan...just... please... don't stay down. One leg at a time.. you just have to stand. You've died before... you can stand up.

So she did stand, agonizingly slowly. Twitch held her breath until she got herself into some semblance of upright position, all the weight placed on her left leg. Her arms hung limply, her tail and ears were drooping, her hair matted to her face, her exposed skin red, the skin beneath her jumper likely perforated thanks to the water's inhabitants her back hurting, her right leg refusing to follow her commands and held to the ground in a position that didn't make her want to scream in pain.

And she saw Tres sitting up. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she hacked and spit. The world was moving in slow motion and she didn't know why. Fatigue, pain... the battle high was gone with that last attack. She may as well have taken the secondary attack from Tres's advancing guard.

So she just stood there, looking over the area. The sky, the water, the marsh, the acid rain falling... her hands lifted and she looked at the leeches attached to her clothing. Slowly, she pulled one out of her hair and dropped it to the water, watching it sink before she lifted her left arm enough that she could read the FIGHTER attached to it.

It was only when the rain stopped and she could speak without the need to cough or retch that she lifted her head to him.

"Tresondros Ecstuffuan..."

Long pause.

"....Are you still there?"

Adrenaline: 0 + 0 (No action taken) = 0

[15/17]

58Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____The way the psion came to his feet was pathetic. He didn't move at first when Twitch called out to him from the mist. Tres simply chuckled as if he heard a bad joke that was comical in its cruelty. Yet he was cut off, the pain in his left rib cage reminding him that he needed to focus on breathing and not ponder on his incredible circumstance. In an attempt to avoid the pain of the swollen welt that was on his left thigh, Tres rolled onto his knees briefly submurging himself in the hot waters. He sat up on his knees and took another heavy breath, looking out once again into the mist to see a hazy figure about the size of Twitch. Her voice called out again asking if he was there...

_____The psion placed his left hand on the surface of the waters in an effort to get his hips up so that he could put his feet under him. He winced as a crack in his crystalline shoulder widened when he put pressure on the limb and he placed his weight on his right arm as he scooted his hips into the air. With that Tres brought his right leg under him and slowly rose up to his feet...

_____Then suddenly with his equilibrium shot and his focus wavering he stumbled to his left and caught himself before narrowly falling back down.

_____The psychic warrior began plucking leeches off various points of his body.

"GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

[16]

59Unchecked Twitch

Girl?!

Twitch took a deep breath and, holding the leg close to her so she could have a position to keep it at, hopped to Tres. Of course, she didn't make it more than three hops before the pain forced her to stop. She almost put her left foot down, but the stabbing shooting up in the back of her leg had her immediately place it back in its deadleg position.

"I'm at least a hundred years old... boy."

She was about to continue on, but the monkey decided that now would be the best time to interrupt them. After the ear-wrecking and nerve-grinding sound, she groaned. Another deep breath and she took another few hops, stopping once more. She stopped when her foot hit something that could be her staff.. but screw it, she wasn't bending down to pick it up. She could hardly stand to remain upright, and this forced hopping about was tiring her.

"D' Aire... D-apostrophe Aire. Don't... say the apostrophe... it's just there. Or just call me 'Twitch.'"

Another groan, and she hopped more, determined to at least clear half the space between them before she was forced to stop.

"Just... stay there."

What the heck was he going to do, get up and run? Anyway, as long as he didn't get up and run or get all aggro on her, she'd reach him in her own time and pretty much drop to a knee beside him. Hot water, leeches, what the hell ever.

"Don't hit me."

Adrenaline: 0 + 0 (No action taken) = 0

[16/17]

60The Duke of Id

Master Nemesis Wrote:

"Aggressively."

Blacksmith sucked in a lungful of corrupted air that left his airways burning as he lunged forward to close the distance, leading with his right foot in a small kick-and-step motion, as if punting a soccer ball. The motion would splash some simmering bog water at his enemy's face, as Blacksmith's left hand slipped out of sight behind his own waist. Capitalizing on the momentum of his lunge, he drew his left knee up towards his chest, and directed the hard rubber treads of his left boot at his enemy's center-of-mass for a potent thrust-kick. Meanwhile, his body continued to suck in heat, filling him with precious energy.

In the distance, a demonic, horrid little monkey would yell its lungs out in pain of the rain that had fallen on it. It was particularly more disagreeable this time around than the first time, and would be heard even through the water that the vampire was ducked into.

""GREEAKKKGHGHGHG!!!! GREREAKGKGGKGGHK!!"

Now!

Nocturne of the 13th Month

_______Once the man stepped close enough to kick and delivered said blow, Malenexum's body lunged forward from behind the illusion and from within the water. Using the cover of the scream which would no doubt jar the human's ear drums, plus the splash created by his sudden lunging from the water, Malenexum struck through his illusion. The masked vampire that stood before the man was a mere mirage created by magic, which Malenexum its creator was able to phase through as if nothing. The illusion vanished as it was pierced through the ventral area by his left arm, which carried a sword. This sword Malenexum thrust at the offending leg, blade's edge aimed at the calf section of the leg. The slice would threaten to cut off the limb, or at least cut to the bone. All Blacksmith would see would be a splash of water behind the vanishing vampire and a slashing arm, and all he could hear was the screaming of the monkey, which Malenexum was largely immune to thanks to his earrings.

"HAHAHAHAAA! MADE YA LOOK!"

_______A long swipe of his right hand would take place at the same time. From it, a pair of dice would materialize and fly through the air, then plop into the boggy water and land on the floor unfazed by the liquid. The dice would shine red through the water: both had landed face up with a pair of threes. Suddenly, a total of six, long stone poles burst from the hip-deep waters around them in a diameter of 10 feet, with them within the circle of thin pillars. Each of the columns seemed stout enough to resist damage despite their thin thickness of about 2 inches. For now these poles seemed to hold no weight in their battle.

_______For now the left side of Malenexum's body was leading the attack, while his right side faced away from his opponent, his open right hand having just recently thrown the dice. If his opponent looked at Malenexum's mask, he would be invaded by a feeling of trust. As if the undead vampire was a person he could trust. A long-known friend, a family member, a confidant; even a lover, maybe. This was the kind of trust that would try to invade the opponent as the mask attempted its mischief and even warped the vampire's personality.

_______Finally, Blacksmith could now see the gaping differences between the illusion and the real vampire: coated in the acidic liquid that now made a thin layer over the water they fought over, red pale skin from the scalding temperatures of the water which now seeped through his skin and leeches visibly stuck across his torso, neck and cheeks, sucking at his undead blood. The undead man was already feeling the scalding waters biting at his skin, shrinking and stretching skin beyond its comfortable limits, boiling it alive... or, dead, in his case. The acid was only making it worse, but in the current attack he was undergoing he was ignoring it all... though it was really a wonder how much longer he could ignore it for. Even for a vampire, these were far from favorable conditions.

[Active: Mask of the Trickster]

[Cooldown: Mindtrick]

[Used: Trickster's Gamble]

[Active: Jimmy Hicks with the Sticks]

IV

[45; Prev: Pg 3 HoH '12 [3rd Place FINALS] ...Bloodwater Mists]

61Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____Tres was lucky. He was deaf in his right ear that was still caked in silvery blood and his left ear still had the ear bud in. That is why he didn't really cringe when the monkey screamed and instead shouted back at it.

_____The psion smirked as he began to rub off the blood that was running down from his right brow and his right ear. Twitch hopped over towards Tres, finally appearing clearly through the mist. She looked dinged up pretty bad and you could tell by looking at the both of them that they had been in a war.

_____However there was being a warrior and then there was being realistic. Tres seemed really wobbly and weak even as he stood in place. Certainly the psion was not in any fighting shape. He focused on keeping himself standing and moving at this point could possibly result in him falling down from the dizziness he was feeling. He was aware enough of his surroundings to realized that when Twitch approached that she wasn't a fighting fit either. His opponent hobbled and he knew that Ogranix had done his work before he was broken.

_____When Twitch reached Tres and decided to take a knee, the warrior tried to step back and square up with a threatened look on his face. However the psion's balance was so off that he would stumble and land on his a** facing Twitch.

_____A moment passed in silence.

_____Respect was earned and the fight would draw to a close.

[17 - Fin]

62Unchecked Twitch

Twitch didn't like looking weak.. even with all of her injuries, she was the president of one of the corporations funding this tournament. She couldn't just... kneel down like that and stay there. Some would understand that with her hopping, dropping was just going to happen at some points. But she knew she couldn't stay there, so she tried to stand--

Oh, Tres fell. She looked at him, wincing as she leaned slightly away to not get leech-water splashed in her face.

For a moment, she just kinda... stared at him. Partly because it was a sight to behold... this was her opponent. This guy had gone toe to toe with her, giving her all he had, forcing her to meet and surpass her boundaries more than she had ever done. And he was still up, he was still conscious. Even Lazenca was KO'd in a fight, and she'd gone the distance!

The other reason she stayed down was because she was running low on reserves... she went down just like she didn't want to, and she just... didn't have it in her to stand up.

Over her shoulder, through the mist and haze, she could see the armored Judges walking on the water to them, stopwatches in one hand, their free hand in air. They could see that this match was done. It wasn't in their nature or job description to stop a fight before its full length, and would likely wait to see if Twitch tried to punch Tres in the mouth or something before the counter ticked down to zero.

Honestly, she probably should have for the sneak attack he landed on her when they got here. Instead, she grunted and dragged herself over to Tres's side. She leaned slightly against him, though she didn't put her weight on his body... didn't want to inadvertently hurt him more.

"Thanks... likewise."

Her head lifted as she heard the helicopter approaching in the distance to retrieve the weary opponents. The smile she held was a pained, tired one.

So... this is what Heaven or Hell is like.

[17/17]

[Roll the credits.]

63Glory Sieg

Gloria was beyond irritated.

And so was her body. The water, the leeches, the ******** monkey... this was starting to annoy her more than anything ever. Not to mention how placid her fight with Mr. Bear was turning out. As she advanced on his calmly as he surfaced, she kept her mind blade firmly in her grip. She noticed he hand abandoned his sword after she had shoved him, replacing it with a small throwing knife. Gloria wanted to comment on his modesty in weapon sizes, but bit her words short as he flicked the knife at her.

Even as the demon monkey howled, Gloria found herself stepping to the left of it easily, letting it zip by her as she twisted her torso slightly. But even as she did, her knees bent.

show spoilerhide spoiler[*] Burst [Immediate - 1 points]

This power increases Gloria's movement speed by pushing herself forward (or in another direction) with a telekinetic thrust. It allows her to move at 10 more feet per post than she normally could at her base land speed (which is about that of an average athletic person). This power can be manifested quickly because it doesn't require a lot of focus as to where the energy is being applied. She can also use this ability to displace herself in the air about 10 feet in any single direction (a straight path).

There was a rush of air and Benjamin would find Gloria closing the distance immediately after sidestepping the knife. Her left hand lead the way, reaching to grab him. Her right hand, still armed with her mind dagger brought up the end, coming in quick and low in a solid stab for his midsection. She wasn't sure what his buckler was made of, but was pretty sure her stab would cut clear through it.

PP: 17/30

Post: 6

64LuvMonke

Glory Sieg Wrote:

Gloria was beyond irritated.

((I know my other posts have been a bit dry, I hope you find this one more to your liking.))

She was irritated? SHE was irritation?? Are you kidding me? What did she have to deal with that was so horrible? Some tepid water, a couple of leeches and probably a bad hair day.

Oh, boo ******** hoo.

Benjamin had to deal with all that st and more. The costume he'd stayed up all night to sew by hand was naught but a couple of threads of brown fiber. The beautiful skin he'd worked year, YEARS to cultivate was not only turning beet red from the heat but was growing pasty from blood loss. And to top it all off he had to deal with another ****** psion.

The blond beaut had had his fair share of these mind bending warriors in past, as he'd fought the white hair devil known as Damon numerous times over the years. And while he was too noble to bear a grudge against the psychic warrior, he did have itsy bitsy chip on his shoulder when it came to being tossed around by energy he couldn't see coming. An itsy bitsy one.

It wasn't big enough that he was biased or anything, but he also didn't feel bad about what he was going to do next.

You see the throwing knife, with it's hazard light like glow, was supposed to not only be highly visible but highly dodge-able. He wanted Gloria to avoid coming into direct contact with it, a task she performed masterfully by sidestepping the projectile even as the demented creature cried out for its mommy once more. Then she did something unexpected but not unwelcome, and activated her invisible psionic rocket boots to close the distance. This would allow her to close much faster than he'd anticipated but not instantaneously. There'd be a moment or two of time to act before contact and Benjamin would use that time efficiently.

He spread his legs wide and raised his hands high to receive the sudden charge as activated his only ranged attack, wireless connection, twice in quick succession.

Code: [Wireless Connection]

If an item is already manifesting a least one charge worth of his power and Benjamin has at least one charge of energy stored up, or if two items both have at least one charge of energy a piece he activate this ability. This ability uses a half charge from each item, or an item and Benjamin to create a bolt of electricity between the two points with a power of a single charge. It's like any of manifestation of his powers but the energy is taken from two locations and thus the attraction between the two reservoirs of power, allow this ability overcome his normal distance restriction. If no object is struct between the two points the energy will cycle for 3 posts. This power has a 30 foot range.

As his right hand lost it's crimson light show, a duo of crimson bolts leapt from the thrown blade in the distance and made their way towards Benjamin's right fist. They traveled at roughly the same speed as a minor league fastball, and upon impact would each deal the same amount of damage as any Benjamin's normal shock therapy sessions. That being minor electric burns and convulsions.

Code: [Shock Therapy]

Benjamin can manifest his energy in the form of red arcs of electricity around himself or any object in which he is in physical contact. Depending on how many cells of energy is channeled into a manifestation, contact with another living being can have a variety of effects. Note, objects can only hold a charge for 6 posts and only items of sufficient girth can hold the maximum amount of charge. Any item can hold a one cell charge, but to hold a two cell charge an item must be larger than a 16 oz soda and in order to hold a three cell charge an item must be larger than Benjamin's forearm. Being who come into contact with a one cell charge will normally suffer brief convulsions or twitches around the point of contact as well as first degree electrical burns.

Gloria would reach her target before the faster bolts of power could close the distance, colliding into Benjamin with enough force to shove him back but not over. Her grasping left hand would be met head on by his right, each securing a hold on the other. Her stabbing right hand would be met by his left, the one wielding the buckler, but not in such a forward manner. He rotated he grip counterclockwise in his palm such that the embossed surface lay parallel with forearm. His hand and wrist thus protected, he struct the blow from the side, diverting the attack to the out/left side and away from his body. Benjamin would not try and block a magical blade, knowing how unnaturally sharp they tended to be.

It was then, as Gloria's initial assault was dealt with that the two wireless connections would connect with her backside and interrupt any counter she had planned. If everything went as planned, as they so seldom did, she'd be momentarily open and in close quarters.

Too bad Benjamin was busy coughing up a lung as the rain that was failing all post finally got to him.

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65Master Nemesis

There was a horrendous screech, causing Blacksmith to cringe and falter, as he plowed his foot into Malenexum . . . or what he thought was Malenexum, but really turned out to be thin air. In a flash, Blacksmith realized he had been deceived, lured into a vulnerable position. He started to withdraw his leg, but by then, it was already too late: a slender sword blade struck through the illusion in a silver flash. The weapon missed the calf of his retreating leg, but sliced across his shin and the side of his leg instead, cutting to the bone.

"NRAGH!"

As he brought his foot back under him and launched backwards off his good leg as hard as he could to put some space between him and the vampire, he could tell that the wound was going to be a serious problem. Not only because of the bleeding -- clouds of red trailed in the water, sending the leeches into a frenzy as they honed in on the source, unnoticed -- but because the pain told him that tendons had been damaged, making it difficult to move around on it properly. While beating a hasty, limping retreat, he found that he could manage if he put his weight on his heel and the right side of his foot, but his mobility was severely hampered.

It wouldn't be long before Blacksmith found himself backing up directly against one of the tall stone poles that now surrounded them. That put a halt to his backpedaling, as his mode of operation switched over to 'Defense', and options started blitzing through his head. The knife in his right hand stayed defensively raised in front of him, while his left hand remained hidden behind his waist, fiddling away mysteriously.

It was barely a minute into this fight, and was already against the ropes. If he didn't come up with something shortly, this fight was going to end badly for him.

Ability Used: Absorption

Targeted System: 10 cubic feet of water -- 125° F

4 Bars Absorbed : (4 bars x 75°) / 10 cubic feet = 30° temperature drop

Current Energy Level: 12

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The Duke of Id Wrote:

[4/17]

66Tres Ecstuffuan

Striker Offensive

Somebody Gon' Take this.

67Tres Ecstuffuan

Above the Bloodwater Mist - Carrier Plane

_____Perhaps out of all of the psion's boast his most touted achievement was his escape from death. He first encountered the black hooded spector following his defeat at the hands of Deitric Jocasta. The psychic warrior was beaten nearly to death in a valiant effort to usurp perhaps one of the greatest fighters of his generation. He had flown too close to the sun in an effort to rise as high as he dreamed. Yet Icarus lived! and he rose once again from the valley of the shadow of death.

_____Air burned as it touched the sensitive throat of the half-construct. His back arched as he took a breath that was not unlike the first breath of a child. The poison from the bloodwater mist had been cleaned from his insides and his body was kept alive intravenously. He then sat up coughing fervently as he looked around to get a sense of his surroundings. Yet it was not his eyes that conveyed to him his placement but the sense that he was moving. Tres quickly realized that he was in the carrier plane that first dropped him into dangerous bog.

_____As the strange void of sensation left his body it gave way to the dull ache from his many injuries. There was pain fresh among the old soreness, he looked down and noticed the many tubes connecting into his fleshy right arm. He looked around and he didn't see any doctors. The hum of the planes engines was all that greeted him as he sat alone on the stretcher. Being freshly awakened and confused, it took Tres only a moment to remember what he was doing here. Once it came to him he looked down at his fighter and saw that the match between his team and Twitch's was still going on.

_____Tres looked up with a look of fierce determination within his eyes. He tore the IV's from his arm and the machine that monitored his condition flat lined immediately. Tres realized that he was nude as soon as he stepped from beneath his covers and his perfect body was revealed to the world. There was no time for clothing, Tres walked towards the cockpit as he grabbed a roll of tape. He began to wrap various portions of his body, his right arm in a make shift bandage for the IV, his left leg to cover the injury there, and around his torso.

_____The nude warrior opened the door to the cockpit and was somewhat surprised to see that it was a judge who was piloting the plane.

_____Bewildered at the psion's request the judge turned around and said to him;

_____Tres had already begun to walk away into the hammer before the judge finished his question. As he walked away he simply turned his head and said confidently...

_____His crystalline left hand reached out to grab the latch to the air planes door.

1/2

68Tres Ecstuffuan

The Bloodwater Mist

_____Once the psychic warrior was given the okay, he opened the latch of the planes door and threw himself outside into the air. This would be the third time the psychic warrior had performed this drop and third time was a charm. He mastered the rapid descent and even managed to find the concentration during his fall to manifest a psionic power.

_____His eyes sparked with an emerald green light as he fell into the cloud of fog that covered the hellish bog. The psion fell into the waters hidden behind a wall of mist with a supernatural silence. Whatever noise may have been made by his descent was hidden beneath the animals shrill scream. The odd properties of the waters and the even stranger properties of his 'Up the Walls' ability allowed him to descend beneath the surface of the boiling waves silently and unseen.

_____After falling into the waters he held his breath and kept his head low. His right hand went to his fighter to activate his striker, then as soon as the timer started Tres carefully made his way to the scene of malenexum's fight.

_____The psion would attempt to sneak up behind the Blacksmith in clinch range so that it would not be one of the tall stone popes that he backed up into...but instead he would back up into the psion's clutches as he sprung from beneath the waves.

_____As Tres rose from beneath the boiling hot waters, clothed only in a swath of squirming black leeches he attempted to grab around the Blacksmiths waist. If he was able to attain this grapple he locked it in with a wrestlers clasp and used the momentum of his rising motion and the power of his tree-trunk like legs to lift Blacksmith up and back, to perform a german suplex.

_____Tres intended to use the german suplex to drive Blacksmith into and through the stone poles created by Malenexum. As Blacksmith hit the stone pole, Tres would release the hold around his waist in an attempt to throw him back.

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69Glory Sieg

[[No biggie... I had one hell streak the last two days]]

Gloria let her force carry herself into him, keeping a grip on his right with her left hand. She had noticed the glow, but figured her charge had diverted whatever attention he needed to do anything with it. Following up, she raised her left knee swiftly up as soon as his shield was preoccupied with her right hand and its blade, aiming to drive it under it ribs.

ZZZZZAAAAP!

Even as her knee would possibly connect with his exposed ribs, her body lit up like a Christmas tree.

And not in the good way.

Electricity surged through her suddenly, making her body convulse all at once. She felt her jaw clench so tightly the bones creaked in protest and her limbs refused to respond properly for a moment. Go figure, she'd planned heat and cold, but never thought about getting used to getting zapped with electricity.

Doing her best to keep Teddy Bear man in her grip, which she couldn't tell if she had or not, she found her head flying forward towards his in a sharp and desperate headbutt.

PP: 17/30

Post: 7

70The Duke of Id

Master Nemesis Wrote:

_______The moment the slice landed a toothy grin appeared across Malenexum's face behind the mask. The man backed away, and he could tell he knew the consequences of this wound. Just as he was going to continue the assault, he noticed that Tresondros had used his Offensive Striker capabilities and was pulling off a suplex maneuver on his opponent... straight towards one of the long poles of stone he had made. There was something that Tres nor his opponent knew about the poles: they were not at all normal. So if Tres threw his opponent's body into one of the poles, he would be ignorantly think that the pole would break.

This was not the case.

Trickster's Gamble Wrote:

Jimmy Hicks with the Sticks [PAIR 6]- Six poles are formed from the floor and shoot upwards. They form 6 feet long poles in a circle, about 4 feet from one another in a 10 foot diameter, which may be used either party. The poles stay stuck to the ground and are unmovable and indestructible (despite whatever material they are made from) for about [4 posts]...

71LuvMonke

Glory Sieg Wrote:

The two combatants collided, attacks were made and attacks were deflected. When the dust settled, they stood closely together holding hands like lovers, or more precisely like lovers having a quarrel by the way they were trying to kill each other. Shortly after they met and Benjamin started to choke on the acidic rainfall, his paramour decided to throw some 'bows 'caps since their arms were otherwise occupied.

Too busy coughing up his lungs to mount any reasonable defense, Benjamin would rely on their mutual hold to mitigate what damage he could. Since she was still coming out of her charge and want to secure a hold any, the beaut would aid her in her efforts by yanking them closer together. The distance would be reduced to almost nil so they were now close enough to kiss or bite each other lips off, or do a whole slew of interesting things. This rapid decrease in distance would cause Gloria's strike to hit off target, causing a collision between Ben's ribs and her thigh instead of her (knee) cap. The blow would still be as painful as hell and would leave a bruise, but none of his ribs were going to be broken.

Before she could try any other ploys, she had her bell rung by Benjamin's wireless love connection and proceeded to have a pair of orgasms in quick succession. It was quite a laudable scene but he couldn't even manage a chuckle, because he was still spewing mucus out of his mouth and nostrils. Gloria didn't see to be as adversely affected by the downpour but that was probably because she had other troubles, or some sort of mental protection. If it had more to do with the later than the former, Benjamin would give her advance immunity a run for the money as their new and more intimate positioning meant all his biological waste was spraying all over her.

In what the swordsman could only construe as a desperate attempt to stop the flow of mucus, she launched her forehead in the direction of his. Though teary and still with a cough or two still wracking his frame, Ben still had the mental capacity to respond. He couldn't dodge as there was literally no space or time to do so, but he could fight fire with napalm.

As Gloria sent her head crashing toward Benjamin's she's see those telltale red sparks surrounding his head like anaconda's in mating season. However they didn't say long, in fact they disappeared so quickly who could say if they'd ever been there at all. In there place would be a shockware of force that promised to dwarf any amount of strength she had backing her her headbutt.

Code: [Detonation]

Regardless of his power's manifestation, his red electricity is very excitable and does not respond well to foreign energies. When coming into contact to any other active manifestation of energy, his power has the annoying tendency to explode. All the energy invested in the item or manifested on an object is used up and converted into a suddenly and violently expelled in a sphere of expanding electrical and concussive force. The explosion itself has the electrical force of a normal manifestation of the charge below it, plus a omni-directional force with the strength of clean-blow for a one cell charge, a haymaker for for a two cell charge and an Ebris sized haymaker for a for a three cell charge. The range of this explosion is one foot diameter for every cell of energy present before detonation. This effect can be activated without an outside aggressor by simply providing another half cell of energy.

Everything in a half a foot radius would be feeling the effects of a electric and concussive beatdown, as if they'd just been sucker punched at the same time. Not immune to his own forces, Benjamin's upper torso would be shoved roughly downwards but his head as the epicenter of the explosion would be unharmed. The face of his opponent however which had been just about to make contact would be blown back as if every exposed surface in the range of the blast had just been slugged. A small electric charge accompanied the blast, but it was minuscule in comparison to what the woman had felt moments earlier.

Combined with her unsteady base, the blow should have enough juice to knock the psion backwards if not prone, and give her pause. Enough time for Benjamin to clear his sinuses and get in a little payback.

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72Master Nemesis

So focused was Blacksmith on keeping track of Malenexum and his sword, that he did not register Tres' presence until the man was rising behind him and slipping his dripping arms around the warrior's waist. Tres would find his grip secure, but only barely, as he also had to encircle Blacksmith's left arm (now pinned behind him) and the bulk of the man's bulletproof vest.

Surprised, Blacksmith felt his feet leaving the swamp's bedrock. He didn't know if he had been caught in a Striker, or if he'd been distracted by another illusion while Malenexum somehow maneuvered behind him, but his reaction was instinctive: he plunged the tip of his knife into the topmost of the hands that held him, just behind the knuckles, and twisted it viciously, just as Tres started to heave him over. Presumably, his grip would be loosened before he could properly commit to suplex, but that would not be enough to spare the masked man entirely. It happened too quickly. He would be heaved against the thing headfirst regardless, the only difference being a bad concussion versus his skull being split open.

WHUMP

His ears rang with a sound like church bells and his vision swirled with bright flashes and purple spots, and his body went limp against Tres' as they both splashed into the murky, searing water. Struck dumb, he simply floated there and tried to reassemble his thought process as the vampire split in two. As the twins closed in, he rediscovered a semblance of self-awareness, and clumsily reoriented himself and started climbing back to his feet, distantly aware that he had been left wholly vulnerable. However, the urgency he felt did little to speed the progress of his clumsy, and in one case, wounded, limbs.

"Get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up GET UP!"

The Captain of Rising Star tottered unsteadily to his feet, raised both arms in a drunkard's imitation of a defensive stance, and raised his eyes . . . just in time to discover a pair of blades were slashing at his belly, with little he could do about it. Thankfully, whichever blade was real (if either), it would smack uselessly against the front of his body armor. His response to a real blade would be to lunge clumsily at its wielder, seeking to seize him by the front of the collar with one of his now-empty hands and grab Malenexum's forearm with the other. If both proved to be illusory, Blacksmith would start whipping his head back and forth blearily, searching for some sign of the original's presence. In either case, he would be fighting to think through the haze of pain that clung to his mind, struggling to form cohesive thoughts. For the moment, he had stopped actively drawing in heat.

Current Energy Level: 12

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Relevant Equipment:

show spoilerhide spoiler- “Dragon Skin” tactical body armor: A bulletproof vest designed for military applications, rated to prevent the penetration of anything less potent than a high-powered rifle round, while allowing for a considerable degree of flexibility and maneuverability that is normally impossible with most other types of body armor. It achieves this with a layer of several small ceramic material discs overlapping one another inside a vest made from strong, heat-resistant synthetic fibers. It is resistant to penetration by most conventional bladed weaponry (i.e. weapons not magically enhanced to supplement their cutting and/or piercing capabilities, and of sharpness achieved through mundane means), and partially dulls blunt force trauma by way of the discs and minimal padding in the vest. Thus, the vest is virtually immune to slashing damage, but it is capable of being penetrated by conventional weaponry, assuming the blade is strong and sharp enough and powered by sufficient driving force to pierce the fibers and break through the discs. Blacksmith’s chosen armor configuration protects his torso, all the way around, from his waist up to his neck, excluding the area directly around his armpits. Attached is a protective collar that encircles the neck, as well as a pair of flaps hanging over the shoulders and strapped around the upper arms. These attachments also have inserts like the main body inside them.

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73Tres Ecstuffuan

Master Nemesis Wrote:

So focused was Blacksmith on keeping track of Malenexum and his sword, that he did not register Tres' presence until the man was rising behind him and slipping his dripping arms around the warrior's waist. Tres would find his grip secure, but only barely, as he also had to encircle Blacksmith's left arm (now pinned behind him) and the bulk of the man's bulletproof vest.

Surprised, Blacksmith felt his feet leaving the swamp's bedrock. He didn't know if he had been caught in a Striker, or if he'd been distracted by another illusion while Malenexum somehow maneuvered behind him, but his reaction was instinctive: he plunged the tip of his knife into the topmost of the hands that held him, just behind the knuckles, and twisted it viciously, just as Tres started to heave him over. Presumably, his grip would be loosened before he could properly commit to suplex, but that would not be enough to spare the masked man entirely. It happened too quickly. He would be heaved against the thing headfirst regardless, the only difference being a bad concussion versus his skull being split open.

WHUMP

His ears rang with a sound like church bells and his vision swirled with bright flashes and purple spots, and his body went limp against Tres' as they both splashed into the murky, searing water. Struck dumb, he simply floated there and tried to reassemble his thought process as the vampire split in two. As the twins closed in, he rediscovered a semblance of self-awareness, and clumsily reoriented himself and started climbing back to his feet, distantly aware that he had been left wholly vulnerable. However, the urgency he felt did little to speed the progress of his clumsy, and in one case, wounded, limbs.

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Bloodwater Mist

'Clink!'

_____The blade drove into Tres's wrestlers clasp. Tres always used perfect technique. For that reason, his hands would be positioned in a wrestlers clasp. This was the basic technique for grabbing an opponents around the waist, where the palms would clasp together turned so that they were perpendicular to each other. This presented the most secure and useful grip for grabbing around the the blacksmith's waist.

_____The psion had not bothered to check if the opponent was armed. Time was of the essence! Caution needed to be thrown to the wind. The knife would drive through the crystalline left hand and pierce shallow into the flesh of the less durable right hand.

_____His eyes went wide as he felt the steels bite. Yet despite this the psychic warrior did not immediately let go even as pain rushed into his limbs. The clasp had been so tight that not even the wrath of steel could break them.

____However once, the blacksmith turned the blade in between the knuckle the psion shrieked and tore his hands apart so that the knife would be embedded only into the left hand. Tres released the opponent, not quite as planned and fell back into the steaming leech filled waters.

_____Quickly he scooted from beneath the floating blacksmith and rolled away before getting up. Tres immediately darted into a sprint through the painfully hot waters, with leeches flailing all over his mostly nude body. Tres had to get away from the scene of the fight before the striker timer ended...

  • Striker Fin.