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This just turned into LeeRoy's thread.

Obadiah isn't gonna stand up to a whole lot by himself. He makes for a good distraction in a team, but he lacks stopping power. That kinda limits my options on who to fight.

I could bring in a much more powerful villain and see how far I get?
I'm still here.
I mean, a lack of force wasn't really the problem just now. I could've been more generous with what the knife did to me, but that's not really helping things. :T

If all else fails, we can always do a Power Rangers synchronised dance and fuse together into a True American Ninja-Dragon-Angel.
We have kind of a catch-22 now with the others having to post without knowing whether the Splatterer holds on or not. Maybe you can state that OOC so they know what they're dealing with.
Just when Lychinus thought he had the Splatterer in a compromised position, a scorching beam unexpectedly struck him from behind, flaying away layers of his flesh suit like a blow torch on an onion. He flinched but didn’t yield, instead turning his upper body to face the source while keeping one hand on his restrained sword. The beam was just coming to an end, but he had turned just in time to see the red glint of a follow-up attack. Raising his free hand, he caught the murderous knife on his forearm, where its supernaturally-sharp point pierced through his flesh and stabbed shallowly into his crystalline core, where it remained with a soft thrumming sound.

The attacker was disappearing out of sight as it happened, so there was no telling whether the attack was deliberate or not. There wasn’t much time to think about it either, because a moment later a city block worth of electrical power surged into him, conducting up through the body of the Splatterer, with his deranged approximation of a grin. This is where being inorganic really pays off. A human would’ve been well and truly fucked, but Lychinus had no muscles to spaz out, no brain or nerves to overload, and no heart to stop. That left the ionizing heat of the current as the primary hazard. Damaging, for sure, but not as debilitating as it could’ve been.

As black Lichtenberg patterns burned their way up his sword, arm and legs, scorching his flesh and rattling his core, he struggled to force a new surge of energy into his wings, propelling him upwards. He let go of the sword and ceased his concentration upon it, causing it to shatter under the electric current and the Splatterer’s iron grip. The Splatterer now had a decision to make: release his psychic grip and be left in the electrified water, or be lifted into the air by the torso. If the Splatterer released, Lychinus would merely fly up further to create distance and recover. If he held on, Lychinus would fly to fifteen foot height before turning his attention downward and firing a scorching energy beam of his own from his eyes, directly at the Splatterer’s disturbing visage.
Aren't we waiting on Nobody?
This fight had turned confusing very quickly. Lychinus had thought himself in a good position; his attack had been blocked by some trick that he didn’t fully understand, but the Splatterer was restrained and toppling over with the help of a mystery combatant. Then the water came, and a moment later the tangle of grappling heroes and villains was broken up and scattered. Lychinus found himself tumbling through the flood head-over-heels, accompanied by wayward car parts and wooden chunks of water tank.

In a moment of clarity among the daze, he found himself thinking it was fortunate that he had no lungs. If he did, they would’ve either been forcefully emptied or filled with water. That thought also brought him back to reality. He had to react and recover from whatever this was before the Splatterer did. Charging power to his wings, he launched himself in the direction that he figured was up. A moment later he crashed out of the roiling surface of the water with a violent splash and rose to about thirty feet in height, his flight wavering like an insect.

He’d gotten out early: the water below was still rolling and spreading, though it wouldn’t be for long. Lychinus used this moment to recover from his daze and reorient himself. His sword had somehow gone lost in the chaos, but he still sensed its signature under the water, so he thrust his arm downwards and willed it to himself. A moment later, the energy-based sword burst out from the surface as well and returned to his hand.

With his fighting posture regained, he looked around to see the Splatterer washing up a small distance away. It seemed dazed, but recovering. Lychinus wasn’t sure how much another straight stab would do, given its defences, but he could at least attempt to keep the Splatterer down until the other heroes could get themselves together. Thus, in a move that might seem like a déjà vu for the victim, he launched himself downward at the Splatterer with his feet forward, aiming to plant them firmly upon the target’s chest and smash him back into the ground before he could fully regain his posture.
Oh, we're aware of the risks.
For a man who looked like he might fall apart any minute, the Splatterer was mighty fast. Lychinus’ lunge sailed past him, hitting nothing. He brought himself to an abrupt stop, right next to his opponent and a foot or two above the ground. He’d been prepared from the start to protect against a counterattack, but he hadn’t expected the monstrous being to possess such solid fighting technique. Before he could really steel himself, a massive elbow was coming his way with the force of a cannon. At the last moment, Lychinus turned and raised his body, causing the attack to strike his upper arm instead of his throat.

There was a crack of impact, and Lychinus’ layer of flesh was shredded off around the affected area, pulverized by the sheer force, revealing the glowing crystalline structure underneath. He instinctively supplied power to his wings, imposing a strong but gentle deceleration on himself, to keep from being launched backwards. He didn’t absorb the full force, but was violently swayed backwards several feet, before bringing himself and the Splatterer back to a halt. His immensely durable core had resisted the strike without breaking, but it immediately felt bruised and sore, if such words could be used to describe an inorganic being.

He felt the Splatterer’s burning aura now that he was so close, the heat and radiation streaming off his body. To call it unpleasant was an understatement, but Lychinus could withstand it. He considered taking another stab at its chest, but at this point he figured it wasn’t going to be that simple. Instead, something important now stood out to him: the monster had only one arm. With a rapid motion, he curled his left arm, with which he had blocked the attack, outwards and up, trying to wrap it around the elbow that was still pressed against him, trying to immobilize the creature’s one good arm. It was a somewhat awkward grip, but Lychinus brought a lot of strength to bear. From there, he lifted his sword with his other hand and made a quick stab for the monster’s right shoulder, the mobility of which would be hindered by the constriction of his arm.
Yeeaah that could get pretty complicated. Maybe I can squeeze in a post tonight anyways.

Edit: There ya go.
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