Degenerates vs Silver Dragons [Page 3]

Ferris was fast, in fact he would hope faster than most other combatants in this tournament. On top of that he was literally waiting for Bob's attack. The exact thing Bob proceeded to do, Ferris expected him to do. He hadn't expected him to so quickly attack without Ferris getting a little closer, but beggar's can't be choosers. So he did what he was going to do anyways, dodge to the side. His powers activated and he suddenly jerked to the side, turning his body as he did to create as little a target as possible for his opponent to hit.

However Bob didn't seem that taken off guard by the sudden movements, so instead of the original plan of suddenly changing directions to fly at Bob, he took a two step move. First, he suddenly spun mid dash, whipping out his polearm and extending it. He would catch one of the many claw roof tiles and fling it towards his opponent. After finishing the tile attack he would pull up, still moving forward through both actions. It was time for some aerial acrobatics.

When he had turned his body to make a slimmer target he had noted how far out the string was going from it's original launch point, and used that to judge how far to get away, plus some. In fact he didn't really use it as a guide at all. He just kept going up and away from Bob, flying through the air with amazing grace and speed. Once at a comfortable distance he would turn and slow to look at his opponent, still grounded.

Scalar Warfare Wrote:

> The catwalk that swayed her broad hips wasn't on purpose as she strode forward to his offer, left hand raising limp at the wrist to slide it lady-like into his waiting palm. It was simply the narrow span of the roofing tiles she had to balance on. Neither was the explosion of razor-sharp scythe blades that erupted from every surface of her wooden armor as she grazed her fingers into the polite clasp. She had merely forgotten in the moment how... protective the Rose could be. In a blur, two curved pincer blades like the claw of a fiddler crab went berserk on the magus' right hand and forearm, mindlessly mincing whatever they might catch between them in a flurry of gnashing blades. > > > > Kae jerked her arm back, gasping apologetically. "Oh, mon Dieu! Désolée! I am soooo sorry!" The parasite receded across her form almost as quickly, as if recoiling from some mental reprimand, the blades pulling back and her armored tassets softening away into mere vine-lattice netting... resembling more the pull of gartered stockings disappearing into her cuisses than the previous plating. > > > > Her blue eyes implored the nobleman to excuse the painful accident with a pointed bat of her painted lashes.

Oh, a harlot with manners! Pleasantly surprised that Ms. De la Fontaine seemed the redeemable sort, Ammiel felt the slightest tinge of guilt as the woman reached for his hand; this feeling distracted him from the malicious parasite, barely giving him time to think before his hand and arm were turned into minced meat.

Fortunately, a thought was all he needed.

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The Charm Lord's Privilege Wrote:

> The Charm Lord's Privilege > > Simply put, this ring allows Moonblade to cast one of three wards (see below) as a free action without much actual thought on his part. However, since the ring requires time to recharge between each use, the entire ring goes on cooldown whenever an ability is used. > > > > Impact Shield > > Ring Cooldown: 6 posts > > > > When cast, an invisible ward of mana surrounds one of his forearms. When struck with a weapon or a physical attack, the ward 'explodes' with sufficient force to repulse the attack, knocking it away. While the force is enough to stagger someone if they're caught off-guard, it doesn't have enough force to actually throw them. Since the magic is consumed with a single, instantaneous burst, it's almost immune to the magic absorbing effects of certain weapons. Each use lasts one post and is good for a single attack only.

The ward along Moonblade's forearm exploded with a reverberating sound not unlike shattering glass, halting the pincers as they attempted to ruin the Magus' favorite arm. In a simultaneous fashion, Ammiel lifted his right leg from the ground, arching his back slightly as he brought his foot straight towards Kae's lady parts with a smirk.

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Quicksilver Eruption Wrote:

> Quicksilver Eruption > > Base Cost: 25 mana > > Fantasia Cost: 4 for Emerald Fire, 4 for Emerald Frost, 6 for Emerald Lightning > > Somatic Component: Must punch or kick; the spell is wasted if the attack misses. > > > > With a dramatic punch or kick, Moonblade uses lunar energy to cause an explosion of energy on impact. The repulsive properties of Lunar magic adds significant throwing power to the attack, easily tossing most opponents back over ten feet. Against a normal human, this attack would easily break small bones in the contact area like rib and may even cause small fractures in larger bones in the target's body. Augmenting Quicksilver Eruption with Emerald Fantasia retains the knockback while adding elemental damage to the explosion.

Starting things off big, Moonblade's foot erupted with a terrible explosion of lunar energy as it struck, easily generating enough force to hurl the poor woman ten feet. If his foot came into contact with her groin area, the impact would be likely be sufficient to create small fractures in her pelvis. Truth be told, the magus would have aimed for a less terrible location, but the harlot was currently towering over the lithe homunculus, what with those tall stilettos of hers.

It would appear as though the homunculus had supernatural reflexes; In reality, he merely looked justified in his actions and was planning to kick her from the onset. The parasite was correct to be wary. "Think nothing of it, my dear. However, you'll have to forgive me when I cast that thing into oblivion~" Whether or not Kae managed to gain her footing or slid off the roof, she would be treated with a genuine smile.

The excess mana from Moonblade's spell appeared to visibly seep into the sheathed blade at his side, soaking through the runes in the scabbard like a sponge. It wouldn't be hard to notice if one were particularly perceptive.

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Character Status Wrote:

> Mana: 25 (45 + 5 Natural - 25 Quicksilver Eruption) > > Silmacil: 5 (0 + 5 Moonflair); sheathed > > Lun-Dransil: 0 (New Moon); sheathed > > > > -Impact Shield is recharging (6 posts).

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Blade Theory Wrote:

Drat. Omi wondered why people didn't start with their biggest flashiest attacks from the onset at times, and was often dealt a resounding answer of "disappointment."

Make no mistake: did the snake charmer expect a magical transforming sword shield composite? No. Did he expect a giant snake humanoid whom he was still convinced was a dolt to bull-rush into him with no legs at the speed of very yes? No. Did he expect his flashy new signature technique to get swatted aside with zero damage inflicted on his opponent? No.

However.

What he did expect or at least highly anticipate was if someone ran into his close proximity, he needed an escape plan. Such was setting up his little spectacle with the ill received film of his team's exploits and looming around waiting in a cardboard box --- if it didn't need to come into play, all could be written off as quirky shenanigans. But they did serve a purpose. What was that you might ask?

To distract from him starting the fight off on that glorious rooftop nearby its spacious chimney. In front of its spacious chimney. This wasn't a cowardly tactic at all in the event something big and nasty got in his face early, no no! It was genius strategy. As he had researched hastily before the fight began, this was some kind of temple in the fairly wealthy district of paupers and charlatans. Incidentally, per the parameters of their battle, while this would still count as ring-out territory, it wasn't illegal -- just a grey area. Genius!

Also while no fault of Grakav's, Omi's Serpent Art wasn't something he could be (directly) harmed by. He could manipulate, touch, and even have the flames from it flow over his body without ill effect; this was how for example, his new [Crimson Snakeblade] could be wielded bare handed despite it literally jumping to life with fire, or how he could blast out his [Ouroboros Wave] point blank from his stomach if so desired when hugging a foe. While housing no elemental resistances like many mages found prudent in their channeling nor housing any unnatural physical mutations like most metahumans seemed to develop, the rule of thumb was essentially "if the red snake, damage to Omi is on break."

However that did not prevent them from being a buffer as Omi got his st shield charged backwards immediately.** He couldn't withstand that kind of force or weight, at least not in this situation. The air would cave out of his lungs with bulging eyes as he went flying backwards -- eyes stinging from the shining light of "metal" on true metal. Yet... there would be nothing but give and no resistance. That added "push" from using the crimson snakes as an accidental buffer helped the knockback complete. To an exit. To a departure.

His coward's way out.

His fall.

His fall .... into the "temple" which his body would barely fit to slice down a**-first.

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"OOPH" Cried Omi Barsait in shock as his shoulder pauldrons giving him some mild coating on the way down gave yield to him a bumping the artificial fireplace sans an actual fire below, his [WAVE**] dissipated from a lack of focus -- smashing him torso armor first through the glass and into the living room of an affluent family celebrating the holidays.

They seemed absorbed in their laptop, three children and their father, watching [HoH Round 1:: Con-Coctions].

"Heheh. **** that p*y up, Rance. You're my BOY. YEAH!**" Cheered the father gleefully as the children had berry cheeks themselves with joy at what they were witnessing.

This wasn't .. a temple..

Deciding it was better not to risk being penalized by the administration in the event they had a way to tell he was in here, Omi avoided interacting with these screen glued peons and instead backed away from the fireplace haughtily, an obvious soreness in his lower torso whilst he regained his breath in sips -- reaching for the front door but acknowledging his larger foe may have been able to follow him still.

Otherwise... he was on a timer.

[1/6 TIMEOUT]

What is in a name? That which we call a rose...

=>Cirque Du Soleil<=

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Rolling over the crest of the roof seemed like a good idea now, even if it brought the slight urge to vomit into the pit of her stomach. Damn, that smarted. But the magus' onerous advance, heralded by the panoply of draconic wings rearing back was enough incentive to get moving.

Sadly, it still wasn't fast enough. A hurricane gale washed over her, ripping past and loosing an entire cascade of pottery around her as she felt the sheer force of the air generate lift even on the non-aerodynamic surface that was her chest. Skin and gums flapping back, wreathed in a halo of her own violet-sheen hair, Kae went airborne a second time, only to be caught in a violent backdraft as the gale struck the adjoining building and rebounded, sweeping her up and sideways to then plummet sidelong into the mists.

For a brief moment, there was silence, followed by a panicked yell and the loud 'crack' of wood splintering. The shopfronts below probably didn't have insurance for instances of scantily-clad women crashing into their awnings. Fortunately for the cabbage vendor below them, Kae was... surprisingly light. Light enough that she had only torn the canvas at a single seam, and the wooden support could probably be fixed with some flex seal and a stout prayer.

Then the moment passed, and the fog of the streets, still rippling slightly with her dynamic entry, cast outward a second time, as the woman sailed up like a trapeze artist at the end of their routine, to alight with a graceful bend of her knees on the edge near the copper gutters. In the occluded sunlight, the small droplets of moisture that coated her shone with a subtle glint, accentuating the pleasant jiggle of her bosom as she straightened.

Regardless of his prior feelings, Ammiel Moonblade had just baptized an exotic flower into unfolding out into her full beauty. As she ran her hands luxuriantly through her hair to untangle it and smooth it over her shoulder, he might feel a not-so-subtle twinge of his heartstrings... and the smell of fresh cut grass mingling with the pleasant perfume of roses in bloom.

*"Listen, darling... I know we started off on the wrong foot, but maybe we can... come to an agreement?"*****

By any other name would smell as sweet!

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Parasite Coverage

20%

Mode

Enchantress

Configuration

Vine clubslut netting. Platform heels. Leaf crotch pastie.

Gravitic Charges

[x][x][x] + [x]!

Passive Abilities:

[A Rose By Any Other Name] - Active! Perfuming the air with the pleasant smell of roses. Modified by [Drink It In].

Active Abilities:

[Enlighten(Self)] - Reduced own weight to 1/10 normal! 1t CD remaining!

[Drink It In] - show spoilerhide spoilerWith subtle mutations, the rose blossoms dotting Kae’s living attire shift the nature of their perfume, lacing it with powerful, broad spectrum mating pheromones that encourage feelings of lust and longing in the victim, primarily directed at Kae herself. If the affected party would naturally be attracted to her sex, the effect is especially pronounced, invoking involuntary physical responses to her presence and subliminal desires to minimize harm done to her. This is not inherently a charm effect, although it does make the victim more susceptible to both mundane and supernatural charms. Lasts until cancelled or 3 turns have elapsed, whichever comes first. Ending the effect begins the cooldown. 3 turn cooldown. - Affecting Moonblade's disposition to be more... desirous. 3t remaining!

[Vine Lash] - None available.

Post Damage Summary/Reasoning

Fortunately, Kae is a flexible girl, and the ragdolling hasn't pulled anything it shouldn't have. She then engaged her powers properly for the first time this fight, and is now showing off. Again. Still.

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MagnusXL Wrote:

“Hey, get back here, we ain’t done talkin’ yet!” Bob yelled after Ferris as he watched him fly off into the foggy sunset. With a snort of suppressed laughter, he stooped to pick up his dropped can and shook the other, judging it about half-full, with a shrug he popped it back into its holster and drew another Sticky can.

“You can’t just fly around forever buddy! Everything goes up gots to come down eventually.” With that foreboding warning, for Ferris had been off the ground (for three consecutive posts) for some time, Bob stood around with his ears perked, glancing across the rooftops and down into the street. He figured he’d hear or see a sign of the flying guy eventually.

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THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT

Striker Entry!

Timelines converged in a jingle of sleighbells and the rustle of Christmas fir. Actually, a whole damn lot of rustling. Was the brightly lit and richly decorated spruce in the center of the room always so... antsy? It might have been one of those crazy fake ones you could get from MallMart that shook itself in a mock breeze.

It was certainly... fragrant though. The sticky gin-smell of pine, yes, but laced with flowers and orange peel. How decidedly festive... it made one want to come closer. Taste the pine needles. Make love to the spirit of Christmas present.

The tree moaned softly. "Going so soon, Ah-mee? You haven't even opened your presents..."

Maybe if the Master of Serpentine Arts looked really closely, he might see a woman with tinsel hair and clad only in mistletoe intimately entangled with the trunk of the dense conifer through the bristle of branches. Probably not, however, considering he might be distracted by the very immediate and real sensation of her hands massaging a winter salami down his throat. Kae sighed, knowing he'd not be able to taste the wonderful bouquet of spices in this holiday treat... but he'd feel its satisfaction nonetheless, right past his mask and bandages and all those silly impediments... the same way it bulged out her cheeks.

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Abilities used:

Passive - [A Rose By Any Other Name] - Rose scent modified by Drink It In.

Active - [Drink It In] - Lust pheromones. No action required.

Active - [Corruption of Champions] - Striker Move. Sharing the spirit of joy with Omi most intimately.

Blade Theory Wrote:

Haelikor Wrote:

The mostly blinded junkie stumbled across the rooftop, doing his best to move erratically to avoid any new projectiles. This, however, was ineffectual towards slow moving lobbed objects. A large metal disc smashed into the top of his helmet and he stumbled in confusion, if she'd had the capacity to hit at him from this distance why was she throwing objects underhanded?

It didn't even hurt him, he just paused and turned to scan the surrounding area to get a fix on her location. "Why?" Yancy's confusion was mounting, she had such a bizarre way of going about things.

Again, Yancy moved backwards and used broad sweeping movements with his feet to make sure he didn't fall off the ledge. She was two buildings over, maybe she threw it that way to provoke him into chasing. "I won't be chasing you!"

"With that done, the Mansnake picked his way towards the broken skylight; Still trying to work out why humans would build such fragile points into their architecture."

They used to serve a practical function once upon a time, but now... now humans just used them as a fashion statement to show how much wealth they could waste in perverting them, such as this modern family within and their mild light-show now sundered by Omi's entrance.

However, as Grakav approached the hole and began to ascertain his teammate in a manner of effect's entrance, he would find he was not alone.

Odd nature that it was, this town had fallen prey to odd temporal anomalies of late. One had just assaulted Barsait after all, although he'd likely never know it wasn't just a demonic fir of some type. Unbeknownst to even Omi himself, this was also occurring to the "man" on the roof, an ominous entity dropping down from above and behind feet first in a comically exaggerated dual stomp kick. But whom was it, delivering this odd variant of "[Striker Assist]" as this competition loved to hype?

Why...

...another he. Another him. Another Omi.

It would require the briefest of backstory that Omi wasn't the strongest man in the world, let alone compared to metahumans and beasts of legend. As such, he utilized his many odd powers to offset his otherwise mundane nature. This included outright physical strength, where even a surprise flying dual-kick would likely have just made the still significantly bulky Grakav stagger slightly on the shingles of that rooftop and be irritated.

Of course, that would be like saying a gunman's not so dangerous without a firearm. Potentially true but useless information when they in fact had the gun drawn on you.

Barsait was at least somewhat cautious, developing a strike enhancing technique entitled "Beast Snaked" as some mocking callback to another fighter's signature move he had witnessed, which allowed him to deliver punishing melee blows at the price of temporary limb damage. Emphasis on temporary. He had other abilities that, technically, could enable devastating melee attacks... but he would see that as a very final resort given their damage to his body not being so mitigatable.

Less so for Temporal Omi, who seemed rather unhinged even for this man.

If you'll recall Ferris delivering a punishing 60 MPH dropkick that sent Silver Dragons' "Yancy" into another building and planting him into it with overwhelming force, then you are an astute individual! Left boot aligned with the back of Grakav, right with his torso -- all at about a 140 degree angle, just inches away in this surprise attack, this was..

[The 1 Token variant of Snakespeed Dash!]

show spoilerhide spoiler(Snakespeed Dash)]Active - 1 token per speed increment up to 3, 2/3/4 turn cooldown.

Countless smaller serpents burst from Omi’s legs and sink into his flesh and muscles as to reinforce them, whilst numerous more crop up behind his back. These all burst with an explosive force aimed behind him, propelling him forward on what can only be described as Snake Skis.

For every token spent, Omi goes an additional 5 feet at an absurd speed of 80 MPH. He can “aim” this in any direction, even skyhigh - though of course, he would plummet afterwards. This cannot be split up, it is one use, one direction, one cooldown.

SPECIAL INTERACTION A - In every sense of the word. Were an opponent directly behind Omi, at a distance of two feet or closer, they would likely get floored by the aforementioned force unless well grounded or significantly weighted. This in itself is not dangerous, they would just look very stupid.

SPECIAL INTERACTION B - Omi cannot activate Serpentine Fire on this.

Imagine a humanoid body crashing into you out of literal thin air, at a speed 20 MPH faster than even Ferris' impressive flight speed, with zero means to halt their momentum. Imagine, having their bones break into you as you are smashed into the human skylight as Grakav had so envisioned it, contending with being ripped down the path to the now broken glass coated floor.

Imagine doing this with a weight pressed onto you, a humanoid cannonball, quite potentially headfirst.

Regardless of the outcome, the resonating noise of impact alone would have the homeowner below yelling What the ******] once again.

He was having a bad day.**