[IC] Melee! Kentucky Tom vs Steer Cottonworth

[Metal Tortoise]

@Doc Doctor

Steer:

{Narrowed Changes.}

“…I’D FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD IF SHE LET ME!”

The admittance came, perhaps faster than it should of. When you have time on the road by yourself to think about every random which thing, before, during, and after light meditation/exercises, you tend to ‘know yourself’ better then you should. He had never told ANYONE that and while it wasn’t…borderline evil it was something to look at him funny. While he blurted out the word, this stopped both his right hands attempt and his Holy Chi blast, or the narration at least, most of it. He had been stopped at the ‘HOLY CHI BLAST’ section of his narration but an idea occurred. Sure he couldn’t launch…Oh great he was naked now and covered in honey…As I was saying; sure he couldn’t launch if he didn’t narrate BUT…what if he..

“…DEFENSE PRESS!!!!!”

Simple but direct words sung in with half words that happened and inbetween others that didn’t. The Chi Blast itself in his right hand, the Chi having never left, didn’t go off no…but something much stranger, some might say weirder occurred; instead of an explosion a solid blue wall popped up from Steers right hand. Taller than Steer or Tom, (say about seven feet tall five feet wide it quite literally would form right in Toms face and push him back and form JUST as that Sex Change spell occurred, said spell connecting with it but finding itself redirected by the shield and not hitting Steer. Quick thinking and speaking saved the day here, and though it wasn’t as effective as his initial blast attempt, give the positioning and how the Shield and its properties acted, Tom basically would feel like a pancake press was slowly trying to turn him into a ‘Holy’ energy induced searing pancake.

Left hand wiggled, unused given certain things weren’t meant and Steer formulated plans…even if most of the crowd was now sickened by seeing his pasty white ass on display…good thing he DID take his hoodie and sandles off before this.

[Doc Doctor]

@Metal Tortoise

Steerina got Tom with the press, grinding the fast talker up against the old sheet metal barricade. In fast response Tom launched a spell towards her center mass from a couple feet away with a flick of his right thumb from the hip, not missing any opportunity to land a hit on his opponent.

"Sucknutus Switcheroonio!"

If this one hit Steerina, she'd suddenly find herself literally upside down and facing away from Tom, her head where her feet should have been. When gravity took effect she'd likely fall into a confused heap as the aim and concentration behind her spell was obliterated, wondering what the fuck had just happened as dookie kept pouring down. She'd have to narrate herself back into the game, even whilst Tom began some planning of his own. He'd have taken up a classic 'Kame-Hame-Ha' stance, a steady stream of blurringly fast words funneling out of his mouth. In the crux of his joined hands a ball of magic was growing larger and larger with every passing second. He was channeling a variety of spells into a single sphere of humiliating torment.

"Dirtlingusshoutloudiusestatecrashiohousingmarketumdirtlingusshoutloudiusnipgantiusbigtittumusdirtlingusshoutloudiushorndoggumshumprumpusdirtlingusshoutloudius..."


*A pause as he takes two sharp, guttering inhales in a fraction of a second, a high school debating technique to fill the lungs with air. Even if Steerina could talk as fast as Tom, it takes years of training to master the tongue twisters and asphyxia that accompanied nonstop fast talking. If she tried to keep up she'd probably wind up on the verge of passing out from lack of air, assuming she didn't trip over her own tongue first. What Steerina also didn't know was that Tom had no intention of finishing the fight with magic. He intended to chistle her down until he figured he had a good chance to go toe to toe physically. Steer could bench more than his own body weight without magic, even as a girl. Physically, Tom was but an average joe. He couldn't even bench 200. But hey, he could conjure midgets and gender bend with a flick of his finger. Gotta roll with what you got.*

[Metal Tortoise]

Steer:

{Girl Girl Gir.}

Well, truth be told, though…SHE needed to say it, what her semi-experiment from before did, and worked, he didn’t need much time to do what he intended, or words.

“Holy Genital and Mouth grab!”

In the grasp of the pressing blue shield, before he could finish his Sentence, Tom would would two chunks of said shield bunching and moved upon certain parts of his person. The first was his mouth. Like a whirlwind, the blue happy laced Chi suddenly converged on that one spot just as he was speaking, filling and half keeping it ajar while pressing on and into his mouth. At the same time, literally down south, Tom would feel a very bad kind of pressure grabbing his genitals and at the same time burning them. With Steers eyes still on him, despite being turned into a woman, covered in honey, shit and blood, Fem-Steer still managed to keep a smile.

“…Nod your head in submission then turn it back or…I’m afraid I’ll have to set off a holy explosion near you dick and balls that’ll make whatever sexual action impossible for a week…maybe month, and peeing hurt like hell.”

Say what you will, but Steer DID have a nice lady voice…and good rack, maybe, dunno, don’t think about it…

[Doc Doctor]

@Metal Tortoise

Both incantations had the same amount of syllables, so at best Steerina could only strike even with Tom before he cast the spell meant to flip her spatial positioning and perspective. Tom wasn't slacking off, after all, so there'd be no question about initiative.

[Metal Tortoise]

@Doc Doctor

Steer:

{Boom.}

It seems the two were in a certain kind of tangle. Timing was slightly on Toms side but application and Timing was on his. To heck with the warning.

"BOOM!"

Bone word and it was gotten. The press against Tom, his whole body (with those two focus points) would flash explode literally on and around him. Flung spell to get him upside down or not, one word was one word and Tom most likely would feel the affects of mini Holy explosion pressed upon him, the stronger points being in his mouth/head forcing his head to sort of roughly bashing back against the metal chunk of the ring and well, aside from feeling it in his genitals, the explosion most likely would send Tom rocketing over the ring itself and landing on the back of his head outside.

"Urph..."

Said the womanly sounding voice of Steer as he hung in the air/possibly fell to the ground. Ouch on both sides.

[Doc Doctor]

@Metal Tortoise

Though Steerina could squeak by Tom's narrative spell's restriction by calling the names of her attacks, that didn't permit her to initiate their functions without doing the same. She'd need to narrate the holy explosion facet, whereas she'd only have had time to get off the grab. Her original intent had been to slowly compress Tom to make him feel like a pancake, and to deliver a threat second. Steerina was fighting reactively. In a fist fight you could do that, but now it was a battle of words, and whomever spoke first held the advantage. She had changed her intent upon reacting to him talking, meaning that Tom had started talking first, and so held an edge speedwise. That explosion wasn't due to come without narration, but the flipping had likely upset the setup, so to speak, unless Steer didn't need to aim or know where a target was to attack with magic, and could maintain a steady bead on said target even through a microshift in space/time.

[Metal Tortoise]

@Doc Doctor

Normally such balances could be upset rather easily, especially with Toms arsenal. However, the problem with this lay in with what Steer was doing and how his current 'rendition' utilized what he had. The main problem was the layout of the attack had been done, pressed to Tom and...well, truth be told, a lot of narration wasnt needed for what Steer was doing after that. Narration varied after all, like anything, sometimes big sentences, sometimes when you needed it, one word...Like what Steer was doing and did before the flip. It was simple as that and wouldn't have been had Tom avoided the blue pressing 'wall' altogether but he didnt and while Steer couldn't talk AS fast as Tom, the Happiness Speed infusion kept him up to par, not as fast but JUST behind, not as much as Tom thought but good enough, well enough...But still, BOOM.

[Doc Doctor]

@Metal Tortoise

Tom crashed over the barricade in a burst of light and heat, the crowd peeling backwards to form a circle around where he'd fallen, unseen through the sheet metal. He'd have bruising and first degree burns all about his groin and in and around his mouth, and a good lump on the back of his neck that'd require a cold compress later. The wily Deep South magician was probably unable to do more than lie on his back and whisper due to the pain, and even then that sheet metal looked like it formed a nice barrier between Tom's spells and the intended target. Steerina had earned herself a little time to recover, a solid minute bare minimum.

[Metal Tortoise]

@Doc Doctor

Steer:

{Re-.}

Dazed, shit on, sex changed, flopped onto the side of the head, naked for the most part (man Steer was glad he removed his prized blue hoodie), and covered in a seemingly never ending stream of shit and blood, opponent up and over the ring wall, Steers fists clenched onto the grass of the ground. He couldn't see Tom, no but he could guess were he was. A thought or two passed and what was Steer sighed, unclenching a hand from the grass.

"...Call it even, Tom? I'm sorta getting tired of literally getting shit on, also I miss my dick."

Not so much a surrender but a 'truce' offer, whatever it counted for. Still, Steer was sort of in the same position time was recovery wise, or so it seemed...Even with what shit laced on him, blood to seemed to be oddly steaming Unnaturally from his person. Why and how was left up to debate but despite it all, face planted in the ground...Steer somehow was still smiling.

[Doc Doctor]

@Metal Tortoise

Tom finally managed to haul himself back over the barrier, only to land on his back with a groan. He squinted up at the sun through his sunglasses, grimacing.

"Yeah, sure, sure. I enjoy a fight as much as the next sick fuck, but this isn't a fight. It's a torture session. I'll fix ya up an' we'll go get some fuggin' beer."

(That was a hilarious match. Thanks for having it with me!)

[Metal Tortoise]

The Martial Artist gave a thumbs up were Steer lay...Insert offscreen changing, somehow finding clothes, etc...All that.

OOC: Yeah it was. It had it's bumps and all but I enjoyed it overall. If you still wanna do that tag match, I'm still down for it if anyone wants a tag bout, even throw up a subject elsewhere.

I'm sorta imagining a Good Cop Bad Cop type of deal between Tom and Steer, but we'll see.