[Semi-Finals] G-World

G-WORLD

WELCOME TO G-WORLD THE MOST HIP HOPPING CHILDREN'S PLAYGROUND TO EVER GRACE GAIA PRIME.

Here children of all races and sizes come to lolligag and frolic in the most low tech, cheap surroundings available for commercial use. It may also be where infamous criminals stash their innumerable piles of s**t from murders and heists.

The main attraction is the enormous ball pit where countless souls have made the Missing Children's list. Some avoid the magical playland in fear that it was cursed by Beelzebub himself.

General - It's a kids wonderland filled with obstacle courses and stuff galore. DEFEND YOUR CASTLE, PLAY IN THE PIT OF LAVA.

The ball pit (the main fighting precipice) is three deep, though entirely easy to move through as the plastic orbs are pretty damned light, rising out of the pit is a singular platform that measures 15ftx15ft. The area itself is 30ftx30ftx30ft.

Above the arena hanging from the ceiling is a twisty-turny tangle of tubes leading to one massive side on the very left whilst the ladder into the maze is on the very right. It can only support about 375 pounds total. If exceeded, it will collapse.

Weapons - Fist sized plastic fun balls, slides, and pieces of plastic paneling. Andddd **

Natural Element Resources - Plastic and children's spit.

Bonus Effects - The fantastical st that's called imagination.

Under the plethora of multicolored fun-bobs lay neat little gizmo's of the painful variety. If your character plunges the juvenile excretions to perhaps plunder the bounty, you can roll a D20 to behold what you have blindly grasped for. You can rummage once every 2 turns.

show spoilerhide spoiler1. Giant inflatable squeaky hammer

1. A life sized stuffed Alligator

1. (1) bag of (15) metal jacks

1. A glass bottle

1. A 12in lead pipe

1. 6in steel dagger

1. (1) Soap in a sock

1. A pink pool noodle

1. A Handful of Gary Busey's Teeth

1. A wad of Blue Crystal s**t

1. (1) Vuvuzela

1. Sockem Boppers

1. (1) Black Jack

1. A can of Crisco

1. The Great American Challenge

1. A life sized stuffed shark (Tiger Shark)

1. (3) Lightly used syringes

1. (2) Steel knuckle dusters

1. A croquet mallet

1. 2ft Nerf sword

"What happened? It was your responsibility to look after Miss Twitch!"

"You know we can't do anything about the Elimination round. Or like, anything that actually happens in this tournament."

"Nothing bad happened, Dream!Seung, everything's fine. Besides, Dream!Bubbles and Dream!Vox filled me in on what was going on."

"Is she using a hyphen or exclamation mark after 'Dream'?"

"That... that does not matter!"

"Look, forget it. Just get me some cool clothes and my stick, and I'll get back to beating people up! I always wanted to be in HoH and be Queen of Blazestar and a Power That Be. And now that I have the chance, it's time to make it happen!"

Seung frowned slightly. "This isn't a dream. I think you maybe got hit in the head?"

"What are you talking about, there's no way I'd be in Heaven or Hell for real, that tournament's for people like... like Lazenca and Shouyin and Taki. But like I said, since this is a dream--"

"You should probably stop believing that, Miss Twitch."

"No, I think it's better this way. This may prove amusing."

"Ooh, Big Sis has devil horns coming out of her head~"

"...And stop calling me Big Sis."

"I need a triple-shot of something," Twitch announced through a loud yawn. She then paused to consider her words. "But would it matter if I'm dreaming? Would a caffeine IV drip wake me up?"

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And without needing to get into the details of how such an event occurred, Twitch (with her team!) was on the scene. Openly brandishing a large staff [not a bat!) that bounced across her shoulders, Twitch laughed very, very boldly, reminiscent of an anime villain. And not one of those ladies who covered their mouths with the back of their hands, for this was no time for doh-hohohoho.

"GYAHAHAHAHA!"

Yeah, like that.

"It's time to take my dreams by the balls! Which one of you chumps am I going to drown in this stupid ball pit?! Let's hurry this up, I feel sleepy in my dream and that's stupid, so that probably means that I need to wake up for work soon!"

It was very understandable if the thick, loud woman sporting pointed ears and a twisted, toothy smile made the opponents feel a little intimidated, a little scurred.

[[TEAM-WIDE PERSISTENT EFFECT]]

Spirit of the Abhorsen (Buff): Because of your advanced exposure to one of the furthest Gates of Death, any persons who had contact with the water have an aura of intimidation as you have danced with the Abhorsen herself, an embodiment of the Great Death.

Serren appeared in a new locale utterly bewildered. She looked like a 7 foot 6 inch mummy on heels and in under wear. Lost and confused Serren was stricken with amnesia. She had forgotten that she was dead. Luckily her blight was automatic; everything organic around her would sag and bow and carpet would brown. Even the spit of children would heal her.

In a meadow that no longer exists, Lily Charlotte is 38 years, 6 months, 1 week, 4 days, 14 hours, and 12 minutes and not a second older. Her lung collapsed, she had been lying on the ground for 18 minutes and 27 seconds before drowning in her own blood.

Sunlight glowed warmly upon the bed of grass and flowers, 49 seconds would pass, motionless with stale windless air suspending yellow pollen. It was a beautiful death fitting the elf. Unseen gods reached a judgment, and upon 49 long seconds of limbo, the ground and grass surrounding her body suddenly died in a growing circle. The pollen in the air turned into ash, Serren Glacial opened her eyes, now a deep black and grey.

Lily Charlotte had failed her occupation while living and death seemed too little a punishment. Serren was resigned to live forever and attached with a sickness that claimed the lives of those she loved. Serren exuded a necrotic blight from her bones. Blight is simply a rapid and complete necrosis, browning, than death of living tissues. The life forfeited by this death fed Serren and maintained her body for 2 million years into the present.

She stumbled back, frantically checking her surroundings. She was exposed in her under wear and covered herself poorly and fearfully; her left arm was sluggish and hurt like hell. She had questions. Where am I? Why does my arm hurt? Why is everything dying? She looked around at the blighted carnage around her and gaining courage she stood straight, but still confused. She bit her lip, “I have a condition.”

Serren’s pain was temporary, for all her frailty, lack of armor, lack of strength; her blight automatically provided a fully approved healing mechanic. If Serren knew the logistics of tournament approval, she would know this ability was likely allowed out of pity. Given that most combatants had steel skeletons, metal flesh, and armor. The pain in her arm would numb but not completely heal…not yet.

She glanced at her fighter, there were notes on it. Along with many other scribblings one read, "Wigi isssss hawt."

Serren noticed a scarecrow in the ball pool half submerged. She recognized the object as dear and important, but didn't know why. She spoke to the man who had dove into the pool. "Sir, can you pass me that scarecrow. I fear it is misplaced. Also do you know a Mr. Wigi?"

Shuffle.

THUMP

Shuffle.

THUMP

Slowly but surely, Benjamin hobbled his way into G-world. He achieve a snails pace by taking gingerly steps with right foot, pausing in between to dragging his left up to meet it. It was a poor mimicry of walking but it got him from point A to point B immediately and was better than the sharp needles of pain that jolted through his left leg every time he tried to put some real weight on it.

Fortunately such a agonizingly embarrassing gait wouldn't have to be maintained much longer, as he'd caught sight a implement with which to aid his locomotion upon arrival. A shiny metal crutch has rolled over the lip of the ball pit as they'd been arriving, not too far from where he was now but a relative light year away at his current pace. This wasn't too bad for at his current pace, although still painful and slow, he'd eventually arrive at his destination. Unfortunately, it had disappeared neared a corner of the pit near some mean looking sunova b***h with shiny appendages.

He sighed, hopping that the ol' boy won't hit a cripple, and screwing his face up for the more likely case that this poor sop ran over grannies for pocket change. Maybe this aura of dread he was exuding would make him look like a deranged medieval hobo, with his frostbitten breastplate and water-worn gauntlets covering. Somebody way too crazy and deranged to start swinging at before you took his true measure. He struggled on, hopping he'd be in luck for once in his life, but knowing in his heart of hearts that God was lie and lady luck was a ****** ct.

Huh.

Guess everyone didn't do as well as DARE did in their Eliminator.

"So you're Benjamin, huh?" Darren wouldn't bother moving for the time being; instead, he remained in his comfortable leaning position. "Let me get a cigarette going before we get started," Slowly, the Cyborg's cybernetic limb dug into the closest pocket, fishing out a red, and white box. Using his thumb, he'd flick open the top of the pack, casually snatching a cigarette by the filter. Biting onto it gently, Darren would then extend the cybernetic limb holding the pack out toward Benjamin, offering him a cigarette. While he waited for an answer, his opposite arm patted around his lower body for Edward's zippo, somehow the good Doctor still hadn't noticed it went missing. With a mere flick of the wrist, the metallic top of the object flung open, and his thumb rolled across the cog mounted atop of the metal rectangle. An orange hue was created, and was then whisked across the end of his cigarette. Then came an inhale, igniting the cigarette with a steady red glow, smoke bellowing from Darren's partially agape mouth.

If Benjamin wasn't a fan of lung cancer, the pack would be tossed aside for later, and the Cyborg jolted forward. Tilting his head slightly to the the left as he watched his opponent very carefully, slowly he raised onto the balls of his feet, placing the left foot forward and having little weight on it. Even bouncing off the toes in an exaggerated manner. His hands raised, about shoulder length apart and palms facing outward toward Benjamin, firsts curled and chin tucked. The traditional Muay Thai stance was one Darren apparently knew quite well, his motions relaxed and viciously smooth. He didn't shuffle in, in fact at first he didn't even move.

Darren was allowing Benjamin to make the first move, showing just a tad bit of mercy, although the Drug Lord wanted nothing more than to completely, and utterly destroy the man that stood in front of him. This was the only warning Benjamin would receive.

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LuvMonke Wrote:

How odd.

Normally when someone took a fighting stance, that was a clear sentiment that it was time for action, but that surprisingly didn't encourage Darren's opponent. Or phase him for that matter; instead, Benjamin remained still. 'Better not kype that.' Was the only thought the Cyborg mustered before the object was lightly tossed, obviously Darren hadn't trusted the man, otherwise he would of handed it over.

"How was your Eliminator?" Yes, Darren was making small talk, and for no good reason either. It was evident that Benjamin wasn't ready for combat, maybe he wouldn't be ready for quite sometime judging by his appearance; where as, the Cyborg was basically in top shape. Darren's left arm had definitely been in better condition, Barsait had taken quite the large bite out of the man, and his two 'Medic's' repaired it. Several small burns were scattered across his body, and random cuts that had been filled with a rather disgusting looking concoction.

Darren hadn't relaxed his body once since he took his stance, the Cyborg would continue to bounce about, taking a drag from his cigarette every once in awhile. Simply waiting for Benjamin to attack, or attempt to attack, or attempt to do anything for that matter.

[2]

LuvMonke Wrote:

Benjamin probably thought throwing the lighter was a wise decision; unfortunately, it would force the Cyborg into action. Which would easily be the largest mistake Benjamin made all Tournament. Darren had a feeling his opponent would take advantage of having the small trinket, and so he acted accordingly.

Swat!

Like a feline with a ball of yarn, Darren's right arm swatted at the object, his hand knocking the lighter off course, and onto the ground. A smirk presented itself upon noticing Benjamin attempt a dive into the pool, at that exact moment, Darren too moved. But he wouldn't move in a way that would match his opponent; instead, Darren followed his movement very closely. Exploding forward right as Benjamin shoved off, his left foot suddenly got the weight switched onto it. As his opponent was basically falling backward, aiming the kick would be quite difficult, but if he timed it correctly the Cyborg's attack may have connected. His right rear leg came out from a chamber less stance, driving downward at the hip, and into the body of his falling opponent. The blow was easily devastating, those who had never been Thai kicked could never understand what it was like to be body kicked by one. Darren's kick was aimed at the falling Benjamin's hip, if the Cyborg timed it correctly, and hooked the kick accurately.

Ouch.

[3]

LuvMonke Wrote:

Well he didn't quite fall backwards, though that might have been a more dignified. He spun about roughly 360 degrees and dove into the pit as if it were a lover's arms or the palm the aching pain in his leg. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately that meant that kick would land upon his uninjured right side, his hip spared demolishment by the black breastplate he still wore. The unusually heavy blow, a combination of cybernetic strength and Muay Thai beefiness, crumpled the metal it came into direct contact as the armor did its job and absorbed some of the force. The rest translated into a flash pang of agony in the region and slight shift that if he weren't already airborne would have destabilized his footing. However he wasn't trying to stand at the moment but instead was letting gravity do its duty, and thus the pain he suffered didn't immediate his derail his current efforts.

He landed and sunk into the ball pit, hidden from view for a moment or two as he shuffled about in the colorful and murky depths of the ball pit. He quickly and as ambiguously as he could move away from his point of impact on his hands and knee, trying not to jostle his injured leg too much. An impossible task but atleast he didn't need to come up for air every time he wasted it by cussing under the balls. He quickly got his hands on the long sought after metal crutch but instead of surfacing, as he might have in real pool, he chose to stay submerged and see what his opponent would do. How would the fellow react to his journey unda da sea spit-covered balls? As well his little adventure had been unusually taxing on his energy reserves, he could use a moment to catch his breath.

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3

“WILSON!” Lily screamed unable to swim out to him. “WILSON! NOOO, god” The scarecrow’s name came to her mind in a flash. Lily fell to her knees, her eyes flooding into a blur with grief and pain from her left arm. “Wilson, WILSON! I’m sorry…I’m Sorry…Wilson…(sobbing)…why?”

Wilson sensed his lady’s pain and his heart went out to her and his anger towards his attacker. His revenge was swift, also nonexistent, he’s a scarecrow. His central staff was made of Australian hard wood, a wood as strong as metal, it would not break easily. But the strawman’s torso would be torn asunder and spilling out in a flurry would be fiberglass asbestos and shards of glass. Straw is boring and expected; spilling down KB’s throat, onto his face, and into his eyes would be millions of micro slivers and jagged glass. The effect would be lethal to normal people, ingesting or inhaling large and small shards of glass along with millions of glass needles would prevent breathing and produce large amounts of blood; also choking. Compounding this would be hundreds of internal and external lacerations.

The once brimming scarecrow would spill Serren’s collected treasures not only down KB’s throat but all over the ball pool he was swimming in. It would take nothing short of a miracle for KB avoid cutting, stabbing, and piercing himself in a pool now flooded with particulates that did little else but stab.

Depriving Serren of her weapon and Wilson would have a prickly price.

[1-17]

He adjusted his goggles over his eyes.

The detective watched his opponent and the rest of her team carefully, making note of a few important and not-so-important things as he 'gave her a second.' For example, judging by the yawn and talk of being sleep and being in a dream, Edward was certain that she was both tired from her elimination round (given theirs occured right before this match as DARE's did - and the cyberpunk had no reason not to assume as much considering the injuries on some of Twitch's teammates) or really delusional, though likely a good bit of both. It was also apparent that Rising Star was a member short, so either one of them had been injured to fight or they hadn't done so well in Eliminations.

Nodding, Edward began to advance on Twitch, or tried to anyways as his body leaned forward yet his feet refused to move. The cyborg shook his head, his every fiber told him to stay back and not fight. He didn't know what to chalk it up to, or how to explain it even (for she seemed no more scarier than any of the other fights he'd fought at these sort of events), but the hellcat gave him pause. Gritting his teeth, he shoved his fears aside, deeming those feelings totally irrational. She couldn't be that scary, she couldn't possibly be intimidating enough to scare him off...right?

He took a step forward and then another, followed by another, then another, and before Edward knew it. He was halfway to his opponent. His features became stoic, his stare hard as he continued to study his opponent. Nearly half of his body submerged (three feet was pretty deep) as he treaded easily through the pit at a steady pace. Edward didn't move too fast nor too slow. The cyberpunk's vision settled on the hellcat's long staff, noting that the deep pit wasn't the ideal place to maneuver such a long weapon (especially if Twitch happened to be on the shorter side and a majority of her body was submerged because of it). Yet, she still held the advantage of reach on the cyborg. He adapted his game plan around that.

Edward moved forward, trying to get in close at his steady place, but he didn't move to attack though he did lift his arms up defensively. The cyberpunk had taken her dare head on; the ball was in Twitch's court now, however. She had a choice. Would she attack with her staff from a range where the hellcat maintained an advantage, or would she allow Edward to move in close where such a long weapon would lose much of its effectiveness?

Or would she do something else entirely?

Edward didn't know but he remained alert and focused, beating back the calls from the section of his cyber-brain that dealt with self-preservation to retreat. He blasted those calls away defiantly, and kept putting one foot in front of the other.

Always one foot in front of the other.

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Apparently the pounds of micro glass slivers and shards of glass forgot how they would affect skin. The lazy glass also forgot how it would affect the tender inside of a mouth and esophageal lining.

Lily didn’t care; Wilson was torn asunder and then lost in an explosion. Already low to the ground, she ducked a few balls hitting her head. She then scrambled to her feet. The nude madman was unharmed. She stepped back and wished she had something to defend herself. And the same gods who violated her mortal coil saw her plea and granted her a Vuvuzela which landed at feet from the explosion.

Lily looked at the nationally recognized musical instrument of Africa and found a new tune striking her emotional chords. Anger began trumpeting and she crushed the horn at the neck of the mouth piece with right stiletto heel.

Lily lifted her left arm, feeling the pain, and pointed at KB accusingly. She unleashed her attack and with the rebuke and recriminations that only a mother could conjure Lily said, “What is wrong with you?”

She stepped forward, “what mother taught you courtesy? Clearly you weren’t dropped as a child you were thrown against the wall and then stomped upon.”

Adding to Lily’s intimidation was the only gift imparted upon her from her eliminator.

Spirit of the Abhorsen (Buff) Wrote:

Because of your advanced exposure to one of the furthest Gates of Death, any persons who had contact with the water have an aura of intimidation as you have danced with the Abhorsen herself, an embodiment of the Great Death.

[2-17]

PLAYER TURN

Just Naota Wrote:

He took a step forward and then another, followed by another, then another, and before Edward knew it. He was halfway to his opponent. His features became stoic, his stare hard as he continued to study his opponent. Nearly half of his body submerged (three feet was pretty deep) as he treaded easily through the pit at a steady pace. Edward didn't move too fast nor too slow. The cyberpunk's vision settled on the hellcat's long staff, noting that the deep pit wasn't the ideal place to maneuver such a long weapon (especially if Twitch happened to be on the shorter side and a majority of her body was submerged because of it). Yet, she still held the advantage of reach on the cyborg. He adapted his game plan around that.

D' was 5'11". Three feet was just over half her height, so she wouldn't be doing any curaaaaazy flipping about without some notable help and fancy maneuvering. She knew it too, though... she'd be wading if she really wanted to make ground. Unless he had the ability to leap from place to place...

...wait. Okay, keep that in mind.

Anyway, unless her opponent could simply propel himself 3+ feet to get to her (which she wouldn't discount in a dream), then he'd be wading too, much like he already was. As he steeled his commitment to advance, she moved into a stance to meet him.

Twitch couldn't hold the staff in her normal position, having to keep it up near the surface of the ball line. The tip closer to him was obscured a few inches into the balls, just under the first ball or thereabouts, so that the exact edge of her staff and end of her reach would remain slightly obscured unless he actually looked for it. The point was that she might be able to poke him a few times, switching the angles slightly every instance, so he immediately understood the range she was going to force him to stay at.

...So of course, she began poking Edward in the chest rather hard. They wouldn't do any serious damage because they were ultimately jabs, and she would quickly retract/hide the end nearest him to prevent him from easily grabbing it and just making things horrible.

Just little somethin' somethin' to get his mind going, as she watched his reactions. Most people got annoyed really quickly when getting jabbed like that.

Adrenaline: 3 + 1 = 4

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ENEMY TURN

Unspeakable Tragedy Wrote:

((Could have sworn I posted something up on the Pause thread but it was still in preview mode when I booted the machine up this morning. Oh well, gist of it was I was feeling like a downtrodden mule and wouldn't be posting last night. Sorry, didn't mean to leave ya in the dark.))

Benjamin may be crippled and maddeningly annoyed at his present circumstance, but a idiot he was not. His scrambling for the holy walking instrument began with a scramble to vacate the area he'd landed in, as was previously stated. The iron spider, or whatever he was called, would land on nothing but plastic and spit.

Alerted to his foe's approximate location by the flashy entrance, he turned towards him before rising from the ballsy depths. His assent was neither smooth nor silent, his grace thrown off by the fierce pain shooting up his leg which gaze him a bit of a drunken swagger. His stealth, what little he might have tried to achieve anyway was ruined not by misfortune but by design. For as he rose he activated the bird marked ring on his right hand, causing a short burst of sound and light to emanate from the trinket. This light and sound coalesced into the 31" blade of his arming sword, which was held out to his right side in a similar angle to the metal crutch held beneath his left elbow.

For a moment he'd look like a great diving bird rising from the waves with dinner in it's beak, but the image was spoiled as he leaned towards his right and placed his weight on his crutch. This allowed him to elevate his left foot off the floor at last, and he reveled in the sweet delight of reduced pain. He felt so giddy for a brief moment, he even cocked a smile in Darren's direction.

"Well, are you just going to stand there?" he'd crow if the man hadn't begun moving by now. He'd even punctuate the "you" by point his blade at the other man's chest, hoping to spur him into motion.

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PLAYER TURN

Upon entry of the pit, Twitch had hardly moved forward, something someone might've called her stupid for (actually, she might cry over a beer over the whole way she'd been this round, but that's for later). The point was that in maintaining her distance, she would have to circle and as she did take steps backward, her direction of strafe would be to her left. To be fair, she didn't take retreating steps nearly as large as Edward, but his advance might be slowed as she focused more in moving around him. That in itself meant nothing for his advance, but it meant that she could actually see it, especially since in her circling she'd have a bit more vision in the wall of balls. It also meant that they'd be perpendicular to her point of entry-- about four feet from the wall, if that.

And so nothing changed. Now aware of his advance and with him aware of her retreat, the game continued for a few more seconds until he changed his reaction. Taking hold of the staff was something she kinda expected when he moved towards her... he was trying to close the distance and would eventually move to disarm her, nothing weird about that. However, seeing a slight shift in his arm took her by surprise, especially since she didn't see exactly what happened, and given her state she was simply too slow to react to something like that.

She tugged slightly, and he held on. In response and while holding on with her left, she turned her body so that her entire right side was obscured by the left (save the hand and attached arm so he didn't decide to double-grip and rip the staff away), and she began leaning away. In the motion, her body began to sink into the balls inch by inch. If he was going to hold onto the staff, she could do the same.

"Leggoooo-oo," she called out in a rather sing-song manner.

Adrenaline: 4 + 1 = 5

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ENEMY TURN

Benjamin cocked an eyebrow in surprise as the other man began to move, as he was unable to understand how the man was able to move continual further while he was having a seizure. What great efforts of willpower or tomfoolery lead to such a form of locomotion astounded him. The incredulity of the sight before him was great great he couldn't help but ask, "Are you...well, sir?" He phrased the question is the same tone one would use with a rabid dog, or grinning psychopath with a flamethrower.

Once the man assumed a more familiar gait, that of a mad dash, Benjamin concerns were not forgotten but simply put aside for more prudent measures. Especially since the other man was moving awfully fast, the abrupt acceleration taking Benjamin a bit off guard and thus he had much less time that he would have liked before before the other man was upon him.

He kept his sword in pretty much that same place, it being currently held at arms length with it's tip listing at little to his left and with a noticeable downward angle. He pulled the sword a little closer to himself, so his arm was no longer super extended and dropped the point further to point below the other man's upraised arm. Thus if he kept coming in some attempt to bow Benjamin over, he'd only end up skewing himself upon the blade. However it was much more likely he'd stop before that ever became a real issue, and so he'd not brace the arm until the last moment but kept it poised to strike.

He sat like a wounded snake in the grass, waiting for the moment the gazelle came closer to strike as the long distance game wasn't really his forte either. Instead he simply upped both his creepy hobo guy factor and close combat capabilities by enhancing his blade.

Quote:** Wrote:

Enhancement: Instead of an outward manifestation, his energy can also be channeled into a metallic object such as his blade or buckler. When this happens the object in questions glows with an inner red light and gains some metaphysical weight. Within an edged object, the glow electricity seems to shimmer along the edges giving them greater penetration as if each blow lands as if swung by someone twice as large as Benjamin. When with a defensive item, such as a shield or buckler, the power adds durability, reducing the damage and force acting upon the object by half via a release of red sparks as half the energy of every impact is diverted elsewhere. Either way this technique requires one cell of energy and last for three posts.

The blade held before him would begin to glow with an inner red light that although not blinding was bright enough to paint his face and torso in the same hellish color.

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Serren made the miracle of birth sound quite terrible. In fact, it sounded like just about everything he'd heard about it from scarred men. Goo everywhere and tiny screaming people falling out of other people. And they said KB was a monster. As said zombie woman quite remarkably managed to straight jump up to the tubing above, the shark felt kind of let down. Nope, that was a plastic ball. PONK! It had bounced off his face and snapped him out of his melancholy. He was the legendary BALLPIT SHARK! There was no use floundering like some kind of fish out of water.

Sinking into the rainbow waters as they were, one of his fins scraped the surface by his split tail. Toes wriggled through god knows what as he scooped up something heavy. The vampire brought it up to his eyes just above the surface of the pit and they widened.

A 6" steel dagger! What the ******** kind of playhouse of death was G-World supposed to be anyway.

Just then he noticed a peculiar detail. The hand grasping the dagger was in fact clothed. For a moment he was puzzled, but then he realized what was going on. The gauntlet Godhand's resting state was that of a matching white glove worn opposite of one that was part of his suit. When Omi had enchanted his suit at large it hadn't included the item since they were in fact two separate things, not only due to their physical separation but because of the magical nature of the item. KB swapped the dagger to his left hand before thrusting his right fist from the ball pit triumphantly. A flash of light marked the transformation as the gauntlet took form.

Code: [Godhand]

KB's right-hand glove, Godhand, has the ability to transform into a spiked steel gauntlet at will. The gauntlet features fully articulated fingers, spiked knuckles ( 1" spikes ) and extends the length of his forearm to cover the elbow joint. The elbow joint features a curved blade protrusion that is 5" long. In addition to serving as a weapon and armor, Godhand is KB's only way of using the Magus ability.

Bringing his hand back down, he stuffed it in his mouth, then opened really wide and roared with his hand pointing out. Negative energy welled up between his fingers appearing like a purplish smoke with blackened edges. It instantly became so strong that it burst free of his hand in three entwined cords of darkness. The necromantic bolts shot up spiraling around each other trailing streaks of jet black that took a few seconds to fade from sight. Aimed to smash up into the tubing near and above Serren, KB hoped to cause the wobbly structure to come apart entirely.

Code:

[Magus]

KB has mastered the ability to manifest his Negative Energy in short, ranged bursts. Using Godhand KB can direct a small blast towards a target with limited tracking ability. The ability can be fired in one of two ways, either x1 shot or x3. When fired x1 the cooldown is 2 posts. When fired x3 the cooldown is 5 posts. The maximum range of the attack is 30ft.

This attack applies the Negative Energy effect on-hit and x1 does as much damage as being punched. x3 does as much damage as being shoulder-checked.

If all went according to plan and the withered angel came back to earth the hungry shark wannabe would be waiting. The fingers of his left hand tightened around the dagger as he felt its thirst for blood match his own. It was due time to demolish G-World and teach children everywhere that fun could only be had with wanton destruction and that bullies deserved to be shanked!

Also not to do drugs or some such.

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Smart move.

Benjamin immediately took a defensive stance, anyone with an ounce of common sense would do the exact same thing, it wasn't surprising in the slightest. In fact, Darren had planned ahead just in case a situation like this arose, and that's what made him a great fighter. Slowing his pace near the end of the charge, an adjustment would take place, the hand that was wielding the croquet mallet would be swapped. Casually it was handed over, and the human arm tucked in an upward motion. Preparing for an attack when the time came.

As the charge came to a close, Darren's right arm rose, facing his outer forearm toward the right side of Benjamin's bladed weapon, and a push would happen as they connected. Pushing it off toward Darren's right, and Benjamin's left. Deflecting it away from causing the Cyborg harm. After this push happened, the arm wouldn't move from the blade, instead it stayed as close as possible, especially after the deflection. Simply changing the trajectory of the blade, seeing as the sword was already sticking out, it would make it extremely difficult for Benjamin to bring the sword back in front of him as Darren ran in. As Darren moved in, it would completely screw Benjamin's reach advantage, seeing as he was getting inside his range where it became harder to hold the sword straight out in a low guard. Instead, Benjamin had to conform to a high guard, and had less space to swing and maneuver.

As for an attack? That croquet mallet would come in handy right about now. Darren's arm would fire the weapon straight into Benjamin's upper body. Blunt damage! Darren was moving so fast, the speed of his charge would add more momentum into the blow, even if he was only capable of 80% of his natural strength with that arm... The sheer speed would make up for that 20%. Benjamin was wearing chain-mail, which wasn't made for blunt damage, but slashing. Blunt damage against an armored target would never pierce the armor, but would break bones, and damage the tissue underneath it. Even if the armor absorbed the blow, Benjamin would more than likely be knocked backward, and on top of that Darren's blow was aiming precisely for Benjamin's solar plexus. Which would knock the air out of him, making it extremely hard to breath, and not to mention rather painful.

[6]

LuvMonke Wrote:

PLAYER TURN

Were Twitch 100% reliant on her staff at all times, the complicated disarm would've been admittedly very effective at shutting her down for the rest of the fight. However, D' wasn't holding on to the staff solely for the sake of keeping her weapon; while it was a big part of the deal, she was also banking on the fact that Edward would refuse to relinquish his grip. As such, her leaning back served not only the purpose of giving her more leverage to hold her weapon in the short tug-of-war.

In just a short moment of time, there was a flurry of movement and sound. A metallic whir, a distant clamp, the sound of many balls being tossed about. Prompted by the noise and able to at least recognize that this guy had some cybernetics about him (two of D's aides were androids, after all), she pushed past her fatigue and used the strength of her legs along with her stealthily coiling to leap towards Edward. She planned to completely close the distance andarc her foot from behind her to over their heads on the way to the top of his shoulder/head/face with a spinning axe kick. Had Edward not been quickly retreating (with her weapon), he would have gotten brained most viciously. As it was, it was more likely that despite her speed, leg power, and aim, the moment she turned to spin he'd be moving out of her range.

Because she missed, he'd be aware of just how lucky/wise he was to have gotten those many, many feet away... she'd completely cleared the balls in the attack, and there was a filling hole where her leg landed. Had she more energy, she might've started to wade after him and press some sort of in-your-face action... but nah.

So... she was without a weapon, but D' didn't feel too disadvantaged, for she was used to fighting without it. It was just that she typically threw the thing, rather than the person attaching themselves to ziplines to yank it away. His disarm was pretty cool, though! Besides, she could just scoff--

"Tch!"

--and while keeping her eyes on him, squat down in the balls. Something was hitting her foot... time to see if that something was going to be awesome. Like, a cattle prod to mess with his cybernetics. Even with him able to spider-swing across the pit like that, she'd have time to get her hand on something ttly sweet. In the back of her mind she remembered she was dreaming, and so she willed something into her hands*, though she kept it hidden.

"Running away from me like that... you know the deal. But I've got something for you, nya!" Her ears and tail twitched excitedly.

Adrenaline: 5 + 1 = 6

[4/17]

(*No, D' didn't will anything into her hands, she just thinks she did.)

ENEMY TURN

Music

The fun temple collapsed.

The heap toppled in segments as predicted by the wily KB. Falling in the disorganized matter made things sway violently, in turn, making Serren's grasp that much harder to maintain. Luckily Serren had learned from the best, she would put weight into the swing and launch her self through the currently falling debris, avoiding the moving wreckage with skill. She would stick the landing beyond the edge of the ball pool, her arms dramatically flaring outwards in a show of dramatic prowess. The flare was accompanied with lines of blight traced into the carpet.

The facts were these: Serren was once involved with a Indiana Jo-something, as one of his many female sidekicks that didn't work out. Involved was the choice word of Serren. Stalking would be the paralleled term used by our hero. A man who often swinged by vines and or whips; a hard man to keep up with, Serren learned well in her obsessive pursuit and it paid off.

Her landing however was more a show of lacking mass, and the benefits of reduced gravity not cracking her ankles into useless nobs. Serren landed facing away from the pool and walked seamlessly away with little pause after her landing. The lines in the carpet continuing to flow with her stride.

She stopped and spun around on the heels of her feet 20 feet away. The blighting lines completed their work ending at her heels and now growing outwards from Serren's feet, they carved a floral pattern in the carpet. It was show of gross power, intimidation, death, and precision. It would double upon the effects of intimidation granted by the realm of far death she had visited.

She would wait for the resilient KB to recover from the pool and approach. She placed her hands on her hips and slipped a thumb between her intimate under garment and skin. She tugged it suggestively lower. "Must we throw punches? I could imagine a different contest...of your combative prowess." She bit her lower lip playfully.

Kb was easy on the eyes and lacked clothing as apologetically as she did. She adored his handsome features and virility.

]I deemed a picture would do better explaining the words above[

[5-17]

The cyberpunk laughed defiantly at the intimidating hellcat as he was dragged forcefully through the waist-deep (give or take inches) sea of colorful balls after having stripped the woman of her staff. Truly, it was like punching out the playground bully, an experience not unknown to Edward throughout his youth. Nothing dispelled fear more easily than being triumphant over your enemies. However, Edward's laugh would be abruptly cut short, watching in horror as D' leaped over the ball-line towards him and nearly clobbered him with one of the most perfect kicks he had ever seen utilized in actual combat. It became yet another close call in a long list of close calls in the detective's life.

******** if he had a dollar for every time he was nearly smote!

Issuing a sigh of relief as Edward was pulled away from his dangerous opponent, he waited until he was about three-quarters of way to the edge of the elevated section before calling off the grapple hook's pull prematurely. The clamp detached itself and the wire reeled itself in quickly; the gauntlet fusing back into one piece and closing off its opening. Edward eyed Twitch curiously, rubbing the pectoral muscle that had been grazed by her staff gingerly.

"My apologizes," Edward replied somewhat perturbed, yet somehow managed to eventually grin slyly at the hellcat. He studied the long staff in his hands momentarily and nodded as if having learned something. "I just don't enjoy being kept six feet away from my opponents."

Looking down at Twitch's weapon once more, the cyberpunk shrugged his shoulders and tossed it back, over his head. The weapon soared more than a dozen feet before dropping down, and sinking underneath the multicolored 'waves'.

Lowering himself as Twitch had, Edward felt around (underneath the piles of balls coated in the saliva of adolescents) with his right hand for something. Soon, after rummaging for a few seconds, the detective grasped the first thing that wasn't a ball with his gauntlet-clad hand. That said, he kept it down there, unwillingly to allow D' the luxury of creating a battle plan based around the weapon the cyberpunk was brandishing.

He began to approach his opponent cautiously, closing the ten feet or so of distance between them at a steady pace.

-4-

Benjamin had skillfully blocked the lethal approach of Darren's croquet mallet, absorbing the damage with the flat of his blade, and the momentum would carry the blade into a resting place on Benjamin's torso. Where it would hopefully stay momentarily. Darren wouldn't attempt another movement with the croquet mallet, instead he kept it resting against the blade, but pressure would be applied. An attempt at keeping Benjamin from easily slipping the blade free.

Using his peripheral vision, Darren would catch sight of Benjamin's left hand reaching for the mallet, and would use the small amount of time he had to counter attack. Taking a step forward with his left leg, Darren would then raise his right, and fire it forward. Aiming to kick Benjamin in his already injured leg, at the thigh precisely, which would more than likely fracture the femur. Being kicked by a completely metal leg wouldn't feel too good, plus the PSI that Darren's cybernetics could produce, this kick would hopefully further harm Benjamin's gimped leg. Due to them standing in a ball pit, the likely hood of Benjamin noticing the sudden movement would be very slim, seeing as his lower body was obscured by the very colorful balls.

Maybe Benjamin would retreat after receiving this blow. With the sheer force of the blow, it wouldn't be surprising if Benjamin found himself falling onto the ground.

Code: Robotic Legs: Each leg is exactly the same as his right arm, but in the shape of legs, of course. Made from the same material, and able to move exactly how a normal leg would move. Attached at the thigh. These produce a speed bonus proportional to how much stronger than human limbs they are. Capable of maxing out at 30 mph in speed, and never tire. If Darren were to kick someone with one of these cybernetic legs, it would produce 6,000 PSI, which can easily knock someone onto the ground depending where on the body the hit is delivered.

[7]

LuvMonke Wrote:

Unspeakable Tragedy Wrote:

As he grabbed for the halt that was so readily prepared for him, being used to wedge his weapon in place instead of retracting out of reach, he saw movement in the balls floating between them. Though these wonderful globules of spit and plastic obscured what lay beneath, any large movements such as any attack worth the name, would be not only be impeded by the balls themselves but also displace them in a fairly noticeable fashion. As both the cyborg's arms were visible, Benjamin could only assume that some sort of knee or kick strike was coming his way, though he could not quite determine which leg was striking or its intended target.

So he went to work limiting the effectiveness of both contingencies in what time he had. His left leg was already raised and bent at the knee, so that he could fight without wincing all the time, making it as ready as it could be to receive a blow. His right however was not as prepared and thus rose up on the toes of his right foot, allowing it to be easily bend under any force applied to it, and leaned to his left so that all of his weight was now resting on the crutch braced under his left armpit. The expected strike landed on his left thigh, striking against the meaty muscle which yielded under the pressure. Since that leg was not even touching the ground, and thus nearly completely free in it's range of motion, a great deal of the intended force was absorbed by a back bending motion. The power behind the kick would simultaneously shove his leg back and rotate his torso forward, resulting is short shuffle/hop backwards and a shallow bow.

The pain inflicted was still great even though some of it was displaced by motion, causing Benjamin to cry out and clutch spasmodically at whatever was within his grasp. That being the shaft of the mallet just behind the head instead of his intended target lower down the pole and the arming sword still held in his right hand. This grip would also serve to anchor him as the blow has left him a little unsteady on his feet, and he pulled upon it.

The damage inflicted on his thigh was major though not life shattering, it was now heavily bruised and tender, a presence of fractured or broken bones still unknown as he had no weight upon it. This damage would not however be compounded upon that suffered in the eliminator round, that punishment had been inflicted on his left leg below the knee and was the reason that leg was raised in the first place. The tingly pain suffered as his leg was roughly dragged through the balls behind him was put drops in the bucket of his other hurts at the moment.

The only good part of all of this was the movement dislodged the binding pressure of the mallet upon his blade, although he couldn't act on such fortune as it occured for he spasmed briefly in throes of his fresh agony.

Benjamin forced his body into renewed action by biting a bloody gouge into his lower lip, forcing the tremor to subsided before he could be left truly vulnerable. With a fierce downward yank upon the mallet and an equally animalistic rising hacking motion from his sword arm, he sought the rent the wooden implement in two. In contrast to his previous attempt the swing of his blade would not be satisfied with chopping wood but would continue on in arc that would take it soaring towards the cyborgs organic shoulder.

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7

Benjamin really wanted that croquet mallet! Right as the Cripple yanked on it, Darren would release his grasp on the handle of the weapon, and since his left leg was already behind he'd simply turn. Counter-clockwise, leaving his body sideways and at an angle that would cause Benjamin's sword to graze Darren's shoulder. The sharp weapon opened up a rather impressive wound, causing a scary amount of blood to drip down his arm in a series of miniature streams. The slash didn't reach the bone and still allowed the Cyborg pretty good movement. Though it likely would need stitches.

Meanwhile, the Cyborg would keep his metal arm in front of his torso, protecting his body in case Benjamin redirected the direction of his sword.

Rising Star apparently hadn't seen a highlight from Darren's match against Moonblade; otherwise, Benjamin would have known that getting into close proximity with the Cyborg was a very bad decision. As Benjamin's blade swiped by less effectively, a size thirteen metal foot would collide with Benjamin's jaw. Seeing as Darren was already in the perfect position, all he really had to do was raise that forward right leg again, and kick. Heel of foot to jaw. Not only would this hurt, but Benjamin was off-balance, so this attack would surely give him the little push he needed. On top of that, the mandible would receive quite the blow, and Darren's leg(s) were far stronger than his arm.

Benjamin Nicolai Wrote:

Benjamin forced his body into renewed action by biting a bloody gouge into his lower lip, forcing the tremor to subsided before he could be left truly vulnerable.

Bet he would regret that display of pain, as the kick landed Benjamin's teeth would surely go through his lip, severing it from his face possibly. If his tongue had been in the same forward position, it too would have likely been cut free from his mouth.

[8]

LuvMonke Wrote:

Boom!

Darren's kick was canceled out by a magical force; unfortunately, it wouldn't work out quite like Benjamin probably expected. For one, the electricity the ability produced wasn't nearly enough for Darren's technology, it snaked across the equipment, cackling off of it until it died off. For two, the shrapnel from the croquet mallet would be deflected, instinctively Darren's right arm came up in front of his face. Letting the wooden shrapnel bounce off the outer forearm of the metal appendage, judging by the force of the blow, Darren's suit would also diminish the expected force of the multitude of sliver's. How would Benjamin fair against the explosion of polished wood?

Code: An electrical attack will not disable the technology; however, a sufficient charged electrical attack will stun Darren for one post(forcing him to not be able to move his technology).

As for the knock back effect, Darren currently stood on one leg, but it was a metal leg, so his balance wouldn't be nearly as disturbed as one might have assumed. Especially after the forward leg came crashing back down into the pit, splashing the multi-colored ball's sporadically, and bending almost immediately after it had firmly planted. Darren made an attempt at keeping himself from being forced back; however, the blast force would force a slide. Leaving the Cyborg a couple feet away from where he originally stood, surely it moved him, but did it leave him laying on the ground like his opponent? Definitely not.

Benjamin more than likely assumed that his Cyborg opponent would take some time for recuperation! Absolutely not. Upon witnessing Benjamin take the fall, Darren was instantly on the move, wading through the pit with great haste. Watching his opponent fall provided a general idea of where he was, even if Benjamin was currently concealed by the rainbow, the Cyborg wasn't giving the man any breathing room. Twisting his upper body as he moved forward, his right arm would sway with the twist, and right as the twist stopped it started up again, but this time in the opposite direction. Firing his cybernetic arm into the pit, Darren would attempt at grabbing Benjamin's closest ankle, and from there forcefully yank the man from the depth. Raising his arm as the pull happened, and releasing his grasp. Hopefully forcing the man skyward, making him collide with the wall of the room.

Code: Robotic Arm: Darren's right arm is completely cybernetic, attached at the shoulder, and wired into his nerve's. Able to move on command, and act as if it's a real arm. Made up of Ferrium C69, and layered with Graphene. The power of the arm is above human strength; however, it cannot crush anything is holding onto. For example, if Darren were to grab hold of an opponent's arm, he wouldn't be able to simply crush it, and break the arm itself. Instead, if he were to keep hold of the arm long enough, it would cause tremendous pain depending on the opponent's pain tolerance, and minor bruising. If need be, Darren can deflect a blow from a sword/axe/club, more than once before with his arm until it is placed out of commission. He is also able to wield his Sledgehammer with this arm, and swing it freely because of the added strength. The arm can lift a maximum weight of 250lb, where as his non-cybernetic arm can only lift a mere 90 pounds. Although lifting that much weight constantly can cause a malfunction in the arm, and put it out of commission for the fight until he's sought a repair(lifting that much weight for more than two posts will disable the arm).

[9]

LuvMonke Wrote:

[Noted.]

PLAYER TURN

Were this world's physics based on those of video games in the Fighting genre, Edward's mechanical kick would have indeed made Twitch snap out of the move, throwing her back in the direction from whence she came. Since he admittedly had a lot less dedication and power to the move to simply force all of her momentum back, his foot would land but not alter her trajectory. Had he performed the same maneuver on the ground with the same power, she would have easily beasted through. As it was, her right leg dropped in its aim and it'd cause her to check her position when she landed so she didn't roll her ankle or anything. It wouldn't take more than a subconscious split-second pause, for cats more often than not landed just fine on their feet no matter where they had just leapt from.

In the end, his counter was a surprise... for some stupid reason (nothing to do with a lack of respect, be assured), she hadn't considered that his legs might be cybernetic and able to extend a bit as well. And so her Delta Kick whiffed, more balls moved out of the way with the force of her landing, and she felt the impact as she hit the ground. There'd be no gasping from a sudden loss of air; not only was he attacking her leg but natural tendencies kept her guard up during physical attacks, even the flashy ones.

Her pride would be fine... the guy had to land at some point, and she would be on the ground by the time he'd start descending, unless he had a way to quickly alter his own jump to make him drop faster. She still turned sharply to him after the Delta Kick, watching for his landing point and his body position. Knowing he could extend his limbs was a very good thing, something she kept in mind as she ran to his landing point. About a foot from him her left leg lifted and, before he even touched the ground, Twitch delivered a running front superkick. She'd try to fine-adjust her aim in case he swung the shield around because she wanted to hit him, not something attached to his arm.

Madness, Sparta, et cetera.

She could feel it now-- an energy rush, an adrenaline rush. That her motor skills and will to actually battle had taken a hit even before the match started was forgotten. Twitch had already known that she had to move to get the blood pumping, and for as long as she could she'd keep moving. It was her plan to turn herself into the detective's worst nightmare in her own dream.

She saw no reason why her kick wouldn't land and knock him back several feet, but habit and training dictated that once it was delivered or even attempted, she stomped the ground to immediately end her momentum. Just in case he pulled something funny that would force her to react with more than a pursuit.

...Something funny. Edward had a giant d***o, and that was very dangerous (and exciting~!) for her.

Adrenaline: 3 + 1 = 4

[6/17]

ENEMY TURN

Let's face it, there was a vast weight difference between a crutch, and a human being. Darren was surely disappointed once he realized what he had grabbed instead of Benjamin's leg; however, he wasn't reckless, despite what his past performance's displayed. With Benjamin's walking utensil in hand, the sheer fact that Benjamin could hardly walk with the object made the Cyborg cackle madly, what was the swordsman planning on accomplishing without it? Now the man was attempting a brave escape! But how did Darren know this? Believe it or not, he could hear him, hear him scuffling away like a frightened rodent. Darren could also see the ball's shuffle about, forcing the top layer to barely move, but it gave enough movement to indicate Benjamin's movement.

"You and your Team are ripped from the same cloth." A wicked grin crept upon the Drug Lord's face as he began approaching the approximate area where Benjamin had been fleeing from, slowly, and cautious was his approach. Knowing that Benjamin still had his weapon scared him enough to keep his distance, but this is where that crutch would come in handy! Swing, batter, batter, SWING! If Darren's cybernetic arm could swing a sledgehammer around like a simple switch, imagine what he could accomplish with something a lot lighter than it. Ball's would be knocked up everywhere as the Cyborg walked, swinging the crutch into the pit with every step he took, aiming to connect with the closest part of Benjamin's body.

"THE b***h CLOTH!"

[10]

LuvMonke Wrote:

The detective would land. What went up had to come down eventually, and surely the cyberpunk (no matter how resourceful he seemed to be) was no exception to the rule. Prospectively, he could do many things, but flying wasn't one of them. However, the question wasn't when he would land. In the case of the highly mobile cyborg, the question was where he would land. Or actually... if he even chose to land due to a certain device.

At the apex of his jump, Edward pumped his right fist - while he held the giant d***o sideways - into the air, and released his grapple hook on the colorful and fun-looking sky tubes that loomed over their heads. The clamp attached itself with a loud SNAP, and the cyborg used the remaining momentum from his leap to throw himself into a wild swing.

Laughter echoed throughout G-WORLD as the cyberpunk swung like a madman, the tubes creaked audibly as it strained to support the heavy detective who on his own was nearly unsupportable by the structure meant for children. Swinging to the opposite side of the raised platform and bit beyond, Edward twisted his body and began swinging in the opposite direction. Simultaneously, the wire began to lengthen, lowering the cyberpunk closer and closer to the ground until he was nearly a foot off the ground.... And the hellcat was running straight at him.

With a kick that placed Edward in another of those 'smite' moments.

The detective folded his legs upwards in what would have been a crouch had he been standing, making himself a much smaller target as the attack came in. Instinctively, Ed placed his round shield in front of him, jabbing it out towards the offending foot (so that the foot would be striking the center of the shield) as his form barreled in with that powerful swing. She still had the option of adjusting her kick's trajectory to avoid the shield. However, it had just gotten a whole lot harder. Not only would any adjustments have to be more than 2 feet in any direction to avoid striking the shield; she would have to do it on incredibly short notice, as it wasn't just her running at him to kick, but it was him swinging into her with the outstretched shield.

If Ed proved successful and the kick landed on the arm-shield, the cyberpunk would allow for physics to take care of the rest. The hellcat was running fast and performing an incredible superkick, a series of movements that carried with it an impressive amount of power. That said, the detective was on a back-swing with his grapple-hook, moving unbelievably fast, and to make matters worse he was also three hundred pounds of muscular man and very heavy machine.

If they ended up colliding, Edward was confident that he would be the one bowling straight through his opponent, and that D' would be acquainting herself with the ground.

Goomba Stomp: 1/3

-6-

((Note: I edited my post to add my cool-down counter. Sorry if it causes any confusion.))

PLAYER TURN

Awwwwww hell.

As stated, there was only so much adjustment she could do. She was fully aware of the shield's existence, and equally aware of not only of what he was up to, but his ability to make his own adjustments. Despite this, she continued to him just as fast and just as hard. Knowing androids and cyborgs and finally actually thinking about them, she knew he'd be heavier. She was pretty much about to kick down a flying metallic Spartan performing a shield bash headed back for her, and the small areas they were using to attack meant that she was about to get countered in the worst of ways.

...There was only so much adjustment she could do, but what she did was damn awesome.

The main thing that would change would be the actual method of attack and distance at which she performed it; rather than waiting until she was pretty much in his face, Twitch prepped her attack a couple of feet more than that and leapt to him instead of running the entire way. The other change would be just how much she was putting into the kick, for the mental image of trying to kick-stomp a car trying to run her down was not appealing at all. Granted, she still attacked him because she couldn't just run up to him and not do anything unless she wanted to get shield bashed in the face (she didn't), and he'd feel the force of her left foot landing, and he'd see her get repelled, spinning away clockwise.

And then this is the point where he'd probably realise that Twitch went out of her way set him up with the ground and by golly he was going to at least kiss it goodbye before they left this stinkin' ball pit.

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.

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Special: Dust Kick 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.

At this very moment Serren was a rat in a tube maze. She had been navigating it for the past 30 seconds, she had gone up?...down? maybe left? Serren was unclear on where she was. "Where the blazes am I." She said, hitting the side of the plastic red tube. And where the blazes she was: was exactly 1 foot beneath the surface of the ball pool where the maze had fallen.

Serren would discover this as the tubing ended abruptly downwards into the pool. Turning around was an absolute impossibility given her height. Her arm aching and patience draining she made her way into the pool.

Her luck at this point took a turn for the worst as she discovered an alligator occupying the pool with her beneath the surface. How the blazes an alligator found its way here would be a different story all together. What was more pertinent was Serren's panic.

Serren was unaware the alligator was in fact not real but an inflatable one crafted by a factory that made pool toys and the such.

Serren had met an alligator once and the encounter was not one that would be forgot. The alligator had taken her hand while she was golfing and in an effort to eat the hand the alligator lost an eye. The alligator however found its prize to be unpalatable and spat it out. This very alligator now roams the golf courses of Florida and would later have a starring role along side Adam Sandlsomething in a box office hit.

Serren went for the eyes with long finger nails, she would likely be met with a percussive bang as it would deflate. And the far worse pool shark would be made acutely aware of Serren's whereabouts.

KB's weapon would likely serve real purpose and in the panic Serren lost her weapon to the abyss of plastic balls; the four foot stick would serve no use for now and likely never would.

[6-17]

PLAYER TURN

Honestly, she wanted to smile at him and start joking right there, asking him if he was alright and assuring him that she would be good to continue. However, she was acutely aware of how much she'd slowed down just in getting bashed away, and needed to do something to get herself going. The tightness in her ankle was going to be something she watched... was it going to swell now? How much movement could she actually make on it? She could switch to her usual left-leading stance and work that way so she could still make turns on her right.

As she quickly contemplated what new limits she may have to deal with if this dragged on, Twitch did manage to grin at Edward while giving him a single nod.

"Alright," she said with a bit of a groan as she set herself in a defensive crouching stance. Her hackles raised again... she'd need a little something-something behind her attacks if she wanted to drop her opponent. Aware that he could grapple to her, she waited for him. It was going to be a close-range match if she didn't have her own staff, his ridiculous d***o notwithstanding.

Ante up, double down.

Adrenaline 0 + 2 (Ante Up) = 2

[8/17]

ENEMY TURN

What a surprise! But at the same time it wasn't that surprising, Darren knew very little about his opponent, so upon witnessing Benjamin's left arm somehow create a shield threw him off a tad bit. Once the crutch had been deflected, the Cyborg was quick in following the direction the weapon carried, circling right(Benjamin's left) just as it originally bounced from the shield. Darren may have been quick in his movement, but Benjamin equally matched it with his lunge, the blade skimmed Darren's shoulder as he attempted his daring maneuver. Blood rising from the fresh wound, and trailing down his arm.

Hopefully Benjamin hadn't followed Darren as he moved, that way he wouldn't see what was coming, and that was another kick. Firing that right leg of his toward Benjamin's left, the attack would aim for the man's already injured leg, the ankle precisely. After the kick had been performed, Darren would continue to circle the man, keeping from being seen by Benjamin. As he moved, the crutch would be handed off, wielding it with his left arm instead of the right. Just in case the Cyborg needed his metal arm for deflection.

Sooner or later, Darren would pick this man apart, it was just a matter of time.

[11]

LuvMonke Wrote:

Things were going pretty well in the KB vs Serren department until she became an ungodly radioactive tramp. With the dagger buried in her firmly there wasn't much wiggle room. She made that worse by wrapping her legs around him, suddenly causing the skin to darken. It seemed as though KB wasn't fully immune to the effects of the blight judging by the burning handprints and black ring around his waist.

Knowing that it would be hard to get her off and hold himself up at the same time, he threw his weight to the side. His head would be seen momentarily above the ballpit and then it was gone. By rolling onto his back and pulling Serren on top he could plant his armored hand on her thigh and try to push her off. The other hand reciprocated her gesture by planting on her chest with a rough squeeze. A hip thrust here and a shove there and Serren's upper body would probably poke up out of the ballpit sea a couple of times - the sound of her opponent growling and tussling somewhat muffled.

[9/17]

Unspeakable Tragedy Wrote:

Benjamin wielded a buckler, which although similar to a shield in purpose, was neither as bulky or restricting as it's larger cousins. He'd have no trouble tracking the cyborg's movements over the defensive implement's rim, he just have some trouble keeping up with he other man's footwork.

As he saw that kick come shooting in, he attempted to pivot around his good leg and move the other gingerly out of the way of the strike. Unfortunately, there was neither time to take things easy, nor ability to move the leg anywhere as fast as he would have liked. Below the knee the leg was mass of pins and needles, simultaneously numb and painful just as if the he'd fallen asleep. If so, his leg was an even heavier sleeper than Rip Van Winkle, for after all this time the damn thing didn't seem to be getting any closer to wakefulness. It responded but too slowly to completely escape harms way, and the metallic foot connected with Ben's lower shin. Thankful his shins were somewhat protected by a metal tongue placed in his boot. It wouldn't stop the bone from fracturing but would ensure it wouldn't completely snap in half.

Renewed pain blossomed in Benjamin's left leg, burned a trail of fire up his neutral pathways. The pain coupled with Benjamin's now vehement insistent to not even put a little bit of weight upon the leg, caused fall backwards into the ball pit once more. Unfortunately this time around there weren't enough balls to hid him from view. A great deal of the spitballs had been scattered by their recent activity and would take a moment or two to roll back into their previous positions.

While earthbound Benjamin did not roll around in pain, shriek like a banshee or hold onto his leg like a life-raft. For he was a man goddamn it, and by gods he'd would act like one in this scenario. He kept his outward expressions down to strained hissed through his gritted teeth, and a deep exhalations to vent his pain and frustration. This leg and the troubles it brought were getting on his goddamn nerves, but alas there was naught to do at the moment but wait for the pain to subside before he could do anything spectacularly offensive. In the meantime his left hand, which was still holding the buckler by a strap that straddled his palm, was kept between himself and his opponent.

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Success.

Benjamin's injured leg took yet another blow, Darren's foot connected with his poorly armored shin, fracturing the bone upon impact. Benjamin definitely wasn't in a good position, for the Cyborg stood just above him, continuing his circle after the kick made contact. It was time for a good ol' beat down! Darren would take advantage of his downed about by kicking him, over, and over again. It was as if Benjamin was being beaten into a gang, people circled around him, kicking him until he stopped fighting back. Not wasting anytime preparing, Darren's left foot would slide taking a forward position, and the right would follow with a kick. A kick aimed for Benjamin's shoulder, the Drug Lord's kick would surely devastate the collar bone.

After said kick had been preformed, another would be attempted, and another. Darren would continuously kick at Benjamin until he moved out of the way, each time a different location would be targeted. Next came the scapula, and a small adjustment would take place. A third kick would be aimed at the acromion. Whether or not any of them hit, the Cyborg would stay focused on Benjamin the whole time, keeping a watchful eye just in case he attempted to skewer him with that nasty sword again. Darren then back peddled, creating space between the two of them.

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Downed Benjamin might be, but he was certainly not out. He lay with his back resting upon a thin bed of spit balls, in quite a precarious predicament. His legs were pulled up as close to his chest as could be managed and his more heavily damaged left leg lay over his right. The only parts of him moving at the moment were his eyes and his left buckler-laden arm which was raised above his chest.

In fact his unique positioning, although high uncomfortable and vulnerable to attack, did lend him some unique perspective. From his floored position Ben could easily keep track of cyborg, even as he circled behind the swordsman, by simply leaning his head back into his best of spitballs. Thus he was able to see the second kick in enough time to roll, as at least he would have he such mobility at his disposal. At the moment he could only rock swiftly to his right and then back into his previous position as his opponent's punted in his direction. This move allowed him to take a glancing blow to his muscled back instead of his fragile collar bone, and gave him a moment to expend some of his accumulated energy. A bright red flash emanated from his weaponry as Ben enhanced his buckler and renewed the previously depleted enhancement on his sword.

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Enhancement: Instead of an outward manifestation, his energy can also be channeled into a metallic object such as his blade or buckler. When this happens the object in questions glows with an inner red light and gains some metaphysical weight. Within an edged object, the glow electricity seems to shimmer along the edges giving them greater penetration as if each blow lands as if swung by someone twice as large as Benjamin. When with a defensive item, such as a shield or buckler, the power adds durability, reducing the damage and force acting upon the object by half via a release of red sparks as half the energy of every impact is diverted elsewhere. Either way this technique requires one cell of energy and last for three posts.

Thus he increased not only his damage but defensive potential as well. The increased durability and force reduction of his now glowing buckler would allow him to catch the third kick on the face of his small red shield. By this time the pain had subsided enough for the swordsman to actual bring his sword into play, and move back into an offensive stance.

The opening salvo came in the form of a flying sword as Benjamin proceeded to chuck his crimson sword over his shoulder. He used a overhand throw, that more reminiscent of backstroke in his current positioning, that launched the blade like a spear towards the cyborg's lower abdomen and gut.

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The fight was back on. Edward grinned, turning his body along with Twitch's circular movements as the pair closed in on one another. Hopefully, the match-up would not be riddled with pauses between their attacks from that point on, and the cyberpunk could finally find his rhythm. Not that he was convinced that he had been performing poorly thus far, and therefore the cyborg had to step things up before the round's end. No, in his opinion, Edward held the advantage thus far, albeit narrowly. He needed to solidify his advantage on Twitch and pull ahead. He needed to put his opponent on the defensive, too afraid to commit to an attack of her own for fear that the cyberpunk would take advantage of it. He needed to convince any and all spectators that he was the victor of the bout.

He needed to win.

The detective quickened his advance just as he entered striking range, thrusting his shield forcefully into Twitch's incoming shoulder-blade. He didn't know how effective such a strike would be, or whether crashing her shoulder into his shield would harm her or not. All he knew was that it had been the hellcat's choice to ram her shoulder into the shield, and therefore did so on purpose and for a seemingly valid reason. Soon, D' began attempts to undermine his balance. It was an unexpected move on her part, for the cyborg wasn't expecting a brute force approach to the match. It nearly worked as well, though the solidly built cyberpunk managed to plant his feet firmly to the ground and fought back against the attempt.

At that point, it would have seemed apropos to make use of his offensive weapon. The d*o was positioned to strike like a viper in Edward's right hand, and had a somewhat clear shot at Twitch's face if he attacked over his shield. However, at the end of the day, it WAS just a d*o. A gigantic one to be entirely fair, but not a suitable weapon in the slightest. At the same time, Edward's right arm wasn't exactly in the best position to be making attacks anyhow. Any thrust or swing, whether he landed his attack or not, would end with the displacement and dislocation of the cyberpunk's shoulder. A manageable injury (for now), but an incredibly inconvenient one in the middle of a fight. No, for now, Edward was fine with keeping his right arm as a reserve, just in case, especially since it wasn't his primary mode of offense though it certainly seemed like it was.

It wasn't.

The shield was.

Pausing only for the briefest of seconds, as Twitch was pressed up against his shield, the cyberpunk unleashed the shield's trump card. Suddenly, the the skull emblem's opened, grinning mouth erupted outwards with a cone of flames, aiming to light a decent portion of the hellcat aflame.

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At the center of the shield, there's the unmistakeable shape/picture of a skull with a pair of goggles on. The skull is painted in a bleached white color, while the goggles' lenses are painted green much like Ed's own goggles. It's mouth is grinning cartoonishly, and there's a hole in the middle of the shield where the skull's teeth are slightly parted. At first glance, the hole seems inconspicuous at barely an inch in diameter and with nothing seemingly inside. However, that's a mistake. Within, a barrel is housed which on command fires a one-time cone of flames in a manner similar to a flamethrower.

It's capabilities are as follows:

1. The flamethrower can only be used once a match. This includes strikers.

2. The cone is only fired for two seconds, which is long enough for some decent burns and to set things that are flammable on the opponent's person (like clothing) or other things it might hit (like carpets, drapes, wood.)

3. The cones diameter is two feet and it's range is 4 feet, making it a close-quarters attack.

4. The heat from the flames from the fire, and the burning of the liquid fuel heats up Ed's metal arm like a frying pan on a stove. This effect lasts for two posts.

Besides her shoulder which would be scorched, as it was the closest body part to the shield, the other targets of the cone would be varied. Her clothes, more so the clothes she was wearing over her torso, would certainly catch fire. Simultaneously, since she had moved in with her shoulder as opposed to facing Ed directly, the flames would lash out at both the front and backside of her torso, likely causing her long hair to likely light up as well.

The flamethrower's attack wouldn't last very long. Though two seconds under intense flames could feel like an eternity to those being burned. The flames would only be able to cause (in such short a time) deep second-degree burns or lower, causing rather intense pain amongst other effects attributed to being burned alive, but there would be no nerve damage.

Burning Arm: 1/2

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Unspeakable Tragedy Wrote:

As messy as Benjamin's evasion may have been, Darren's attempt to turn his leg wouldn't be pretty either. By turning his right leg to the right, he'd have to apply a bit of force tangential to his initial angle of attack and thus loose a bit of precision and power. The kick would still be sufficient to demolish a swatch of links and it would hurt like a b***h but would land to the right of his spine. The upside, he wasn't paralyzed, but the downside was he would have a little trouble breathing.

His sword once the cyborg's right side would embedded itself into the nearby ball pit wall, its enhanced edge allowing it to sink into the plastic housing quite easily. As the cyborg followed up this development with a mean haymaker, Benjamin felt well enough to finally roll away. He proceeded to do just that, gritting back oath and other such feverish expressions of pain, as he rolling towards both of their left. He held the buckler out before the crown of his head using both of his hands, to protect it in transit and got to his knees once he'd gotten a health two of space between them. Standing was now out of the question but that didn't mean he'd have to crawl about on the ground.

As he rose up onto his knees and saw his opponent now right-side up once more a mere four feet away, his right hand darted to his belt and took a firm hold of one the diamond situated studs there. With a quick tug and he drew the stud off of his leather wrapped hips, the metal rising smoothly and bringing more than just bits of leather with it. For as the stud was drawn from the belt, transformed into a 5" boot knife complete with a diamond shaped pommel.

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Studded Belt: He wears a studded leather belt, which is made of thick leather and contains six equally interspersed inch long, half inch thick steel studs in the shape of diamond (see 'Spell worked Steel' above). However these studs are special in that they are also enchanted with a transfiguration spell, though a different one from that used on Arming Sword and Buckler above. The spell used on these items only changed their shape once, and only when they're being detached from the belt, which is activated by a tugging on them like playing cards from one's pocket and having a resonant energy type. The two in the front and the two in back turn into 2.5" throwing knives. The ones on opposing hips turn into 5" boot knives. All are dual edged and more magnetic than his other equipment, the boot knives have hilts but the throwing knives do not.

The newly revealed weapon was instantly sheathed a swarm of red sparks, the raw expression of his electricity revealed once more instead of the more subtle working of the enhancements. What chose to do from there depended heavily upon the cyborg's response to his shift in positioning.

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"Not this time,"

Darren was a strictly close-quarter combat participant, there was absolutely nothing magical about him; in fact, the only thing that kept him in the same league as most of the fighters were his metallic appendages. Not giving Benjamin any room to breathe was his only key to victory, and the Cyborg displayed his blood lust exceptionally well in the heat of combat. Right when Benjamin fled from the small space between the two of them, Darren was immediately on the move, letting the strength of his cybernetic legs present just how quickly they could move in a dire situation. Before Benjamin knew it, the Drug Lord was upon him once more, but not in the way he might have predicted.

Benjamin rose his shield to protect his face, assuming that it would save him from any punishment Darren could muster, and he was very wrong. Once two feet had been closed between them, the Cyborg leaped, kicking out both of his feet as he flew through the air toward his opponent. Preforming one hell of a drop kick. Darren aimed to plant the kick into the buckler that protected Benjamin's face, forcefully pushing it back into the wielders face, maybe the object would strike true and break Benjamin's nose.

The timing of his kick was Darren's definition of perfection, hopefully interrupting Benjamin's attempt at re-arming himself, and doing some damage all at the same time!

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As he reached for his waist to release his hidden dagger, a sudden influx of feet stayed his hand. Not being stupid enough to take the kick in his buckler, for even its enhanced protection would not be sufficient take that much force, he didn't even try. Instead he stopped fighting gravity and his fatigue to stay upright and fell backwards before the blow, bending backwards so that his back hovered over his ankles. However due to the suddenness of the blow and quick precision of cybernetic legs, such efforts would not cut it and Benjamin knew it.

So as he fell backwards, the swordsman also detonated the energy held with his buckler, producing the same expanding sphere of force. The concussive energy released would be insufficient to the task of repelling the blow, but it would speed up Benjamin's descent. It would also smash his face in, albeit less roughly than the cyborg has intended, but his face was still stuck with enough force to break his nose. More fortuitously for the swordsman, the blast would impart a upwards pressure against the bottom of the cyborg's feet, sending his feet skyward and his head earthward.

Regardless of whether or not Darren bumped his head, Benjamin followed up his speeding if painful retreat with a thrust of his right arm towards the small of the other man's back. He then utilized his one and only ranged ability.

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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.

Two bolts of red lightning, one coming right after the other, would spring forth from his sword embedded in the wall behind the cyborg and try to make contact with Benjamin's outstretched fist. Fortunately or unfortunately, they'd strike the cyborg in his spine before they could reach their intended destination.

Upon contact each strike would inflict minor electrical burns and cause short lived convulsions in the target, momentarily leaving his exposed to further attack.

If Darren somehow avoided this mystical assault, Benjamin would still be left with an live wire of potential damage as the energy continued to cycle back and forth between his right hand and the sword stuck in the ballpit wall.

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"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Crazed laughter bellowed from the Cyborg as the explosive force of Benjamin's buckler sent him skyward, knocking his feet upward with little effort, forcing a rather unique black flip. While mid-air, Benjamin stretched his right arm toward the air-bound metal monstrosity, summoning an electrical ark from across the room. Said ark would course through the air toward Benjamin's extended hand, and Darren was caught right in the crossfire! By the time Benjamin used the ability, the Drug Lord had finished his makeshift back flip, so the bolt would strike him briefly. Striking him in the lumber region of his back; however, the electricity would be shifted toward the Cyborg's side as he lightly convulsed, his upper body twitching lightly.

Darren's suit would burn at the point of impact, burning skin that hid underneath of the expensive material, the smell of skin, and linen being burned lingered in the air around them. Darren's landing wasn't something people would consider perfect, keeping his balance while landing atop plastic balls would be quite hard, especially since the Drug Lord had been struck with a surge of electricity. Metal feet landed upon plastic, crushing under the weight of the man, but he still somehow managed to lose his balance. Applying his weight onto his left leg, the Cyborg would fall in an angle, basically diving into the pit. Tucking the crutch into his chest as he fell. Obscuring himself from Benjamin's gaze, he'd roll, just in case his opponent decided to act upon him being down.

Darren would attempt to roll a circle around Benjamin, only stopping once he believed he was to the right of his opponent(Darren's left). After he had stopped moving completely, his right arm patted around for anything of use, clutching whatever he managed to grab. Upon obtaining the item, the Cyborg crouched suddenly, rising whatever he currently wielded in front of his torso for deflection. Benjamin's crutch would be rose as well, but in a more offensive manner, cocking it back with his wielding left hand ready to swing at a moments notice.

A glass bottle was in Darren's right hand!

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Darren's cybernetic limb held the neck of the bottle, the base would shatter upon the knife coming into contact with it, leaving a very jagged piece of glass in his hand. A look of approval flashed over the Cyborg's face as he realized just how big of a favor Benjamin had done for him, within his hand was a shank, a very sharp shank. Lowering his right arm, it would remain dormant until the right moment revealed itself, and the crutch would be adjusted in angle across his chest for a blocking mechanism. Sliding his left foot forward, Darren would rise the front of his right foot, and would proceed to shove off with it. Bolting forward with an impressive burst of speed!

Normally, bull rushing someone that was experienced with a sword wasn't the smartest idea, but this time would be different. Darren had Benjamin's crutch, and the Cyborg would use it to his advantage. Once Darren was in a close vicinity the crutch would be raised accordingly, the whole point of this was so the Cyborg could potentially wedge the crutch between them in case Benjamin had another bladed weapon, keeping it from being shoved into Darren's fleshy counter-part. As for the broken bottle, that arm would attempt at wrapping around the outside of Benjamin's body, and shove the jagged piece into Benjamin's side. Aiming for his kidney!

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Somehow Darren knew Benjamin would use his electricity in close range, and he was kind of hoping for it. Immediately as the grab happened, Darren would release the grip he had on the crutch, but the momentum wouldn't cease. Using his left hand, it would go over the crutch, aiming for Benjamin's shoulder. Upon grabbing it, the Cyborg would pull Benjamin closer, forcing them into the crutch. As for Darren's right-stabbing hand, the bottle would be dropped, and the arm would continue wrapping around Benjamin's back, with the dagger it was a tad bit harder to actually bend, but with a little struggle he'd achieve the grab. Aiming to clutch the back of Benjamin's neck.

If, and only if Darren latched onto Benjamin...

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If Darren manages to secure both of his hands around an opponent in a lock of any type, bloody "snake" bone tendrils will rip out of both his shoulders, one each, and sink their little fangs into the opponent, attempting to either break skin or lock into armor to help hold them. For all intensive purposes, they will operate similar to steel-link chains and can be broken with similar force.

However, Darren cannot control these "snakes," nor can he do this again in the span of a fight. They will be dangling from his shoulders, and will slowly slide back into him over an excruciating five hour period.

Benjamin would be in for a big surprise! As "snakes" ripped from Darren's shoulders, lashing out toward Benjamin, from there they would latch onto him. With Darren holding onto him, and the snakes making his body a permanent perch as they dug into his armor, this would also cancel out Benjamin's electricity if it worked the way he thought it did. Making it shock Benjamin instead!

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Three kicks would be launched, Darren's right leg would be fired into Benjamin's left leg, attempting to harm it even further. Poor guy.

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