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As fighting erupted outside the ship, Shor'Gen couldn't help but to contemplate what he was going to do in this situation. As a medical crewmember, he was technically a non-combatant, but he couldn't just sit idly by as crewmembers and security forces were engaging the enemy outside. Taking his Yog'Lonian Mist Projector out of one of his luggage containers, he grasped the vaguely rifle shaped mess of tubes and casing in his lower arms and headed back towards the boarding ramp, this time taking the elevator. Once he arrived, he quickly dropped down low and scuttle down the ramp, a couple of stray bullets hitting his carapace at shallow angles and bouncing off as he moved to take cover.

First, he'd use his hearing vision to see the position of his enemies, and then, he'd pop out, releasing the pressure on his mist projecter. From his weapon (which made no noise, just the subtle hiss or pressurized gas being released), came a roiling cloud of greenish, semi-translucent gas. It traveled forwards on a flamethrower-esque trajectory, and Shor'Gen would sweep the area ahead with it.

The gas was made up of a caustic compound that would melt and disassemble any organic matter it came into contact with.
So, when is the IC going up?
Hey, he's not a pirate. He's a merchant. Don't ever let him catch your character saying that.
(getting a little frustrated, since this is the second time I've tried to post this)

Okay, listen up folks, I'm about to teach someone how to read a character sheet and be reasonable. Before I even begin, allow me to bring up the fact that my character was, in fact, accepted as he is now, with the other characters no doubt taken into mind. If Light felt that Herriman was a bit out of proportion to the other characters, he/she would have no doubt let me know.

1. The animal skin provides protection like a suit of invisible, magical armor. Seeing as how everyone here is the champion of a freaking god, I figured generic "magical armor" would be par for the course, almost a token item. I didn't specify its degree of protection, because I assumed magical armor was going to be a standard. If not having everything perfectly cut out for you to digest has you frothing at the mouth, (and the fight with Herriman and Mifune hasn't given you a single clue) here's the specifics: The animal skin protects Herriman like a suit of enchanted plate armor, except invisible and much lighter (as light as a bigass beast pelt could be). The visible armor around his body is mostly there just for show, made out of mundane iron, something that should be like cardboard to the champion of a god.

Also, I find it funny that you say it can block whatever I want it to, when Mifune's sword clearly penetrated it to cut Herriman on the side. Just saying.

2. The magic. I have nothing to say on this, other than you seem to have the words "Potent" and "Can destroy a planet without pushing his limits" greatly confused.

3. I really like how you mislabeled the mutation ability as "shapeshifting". Makes it sound so much easier to bash on. A mutation is a change or modification, in it's simplest terms. Granted, I did say he can "alter himself in terrifying and dramatic ways", but he's done nothing greater than changing his left arm, growing hooks on his flesh, or growing eyes. Now, a normal human being would take these and be all "huh, that is pretty dramatic. Hell, if I could grow eyeballs all over my body, it'd also be terrifying". If I could have done any of the stupid overpowered crap you said I could do, I still wouldn't have, because I'd get lynched in the OOC.

You pulled "growing 200 feet tall and crushing his opponents" completely out of your ass, and used it against me like it was evidence. Please don't insult everyone here with baseless bullcrap like that.

4. I built Herriman with "Champion of a great god" in mind. If everyone else decided they want to be kung-fu college-aged boy wizards (with no armor that relies on quickness), samurais (with no armor that rely on quickness), and a pair of teenage nature girls (Champions or not, these girls would never be able to reach Herriman's level of physicality anyways), that's on them, and that's their decision. Trying to call my character overpowered when everyone else made characters like these (no offense meant to anyone here, all your characters are great!) is a moot point. Trying to use that in an argument against me is pants-on-head retarded.

5. Finally, we come to the blessing. Do I even need to justify this? EVERYONE HERE IS THE CHAMPION OF A POWERFUL DIVINE ENTITY! Is it such a goddamn stretch of the imagination that any one of could ask for a quick speed/strength/whatever boost prior to a battle? Herriman's little speed blessing only lasted one round. one round, and it still wasn't enough to get Mifune. All it got Herriman was a cut on the side.
"Kill for pleasure?! You've only seen me kill ONCE, you delusional fool! I fight to prove myself, and to serve my god! I've clawed my way to championhood over the course of a century, I've sacrificed EVERYTHING to be the champion of my god. How did you get your power? You laid with a wolf woman!" came Herriman's retort. It was obvious he was starting to get extremely worked up. For all intents and purposes, Herriman was right, and the crowd was rallying behind him. With a roar of fury, Herriman began charging forwards, seemingly caught up in some kind of blind rage. His body burst into flames that shimmered with the entire spectrum, leaving a trail of distorted air and scorched earth as he charged thunderously towards Mifune.

What was seemed like a charge blinded by rage, however, was only a disguise for a great deception. The flames were merely an illusion, completely concealing the energy he was building up to phase out as he charged with wild abandon.
I didn't start any fights. You and me both know that FourSev's six foot seven metal ass ain't snooping anywhere aboard a fully guarded strike cruiser, so FourSev took the direct approach and used his authority to claim full access to inspect the ship. After that, this whole thing spiraled out of control.
I'm literally so confused now. Wasn't FourSev's mission to supervise the deliveries and snoop around Dennison's ship?
With a sharp grinding sound and the release of sparks, Mifune's blade made it through Herriman's armor field, his hit scoring nowhere particularly vital but still leaving a wound across Herriman's side. Herriman's momentum took him forwards and away from Mifune, and he wheeled around, turning to face him. He glanced down at his side, and huffed.

"Slippery bastard..." Herriman muttered to himself, feeling his virulent black blood running down his side in small, individual rivers. He needed to play this defensively, wear Mifune out. "...come on!" He shouted, adopting a defensive stance

A feminine voice from the stands caught his ear, and one of the eyes on his back saw Priroda, standing there. Was she cheering him on? It felt strange. Normally, when he killed someone, he was used to them staying dead, not coming back minutes later to cheer him on in a fight.
That would have been so hilarious

"So your bitch goddess can-" *SPLOTCH*

But seriously, I can't have been the only one to come up with the idea of getting a blessing from your god to better match your opponent. Besides, after that was one, built-up attack w/follow-up, Herriman's not going to be going that fast anyways.

To be honest, I think Herriman is actually naturally a tad bit on the "possible overpowered" side, since his power comes from being able to do something new every turn, and adapt to the situation. At least with the eyes, he can keep up with Mifune, but trust me, he's going to start slowing down soon. There's an art to beating someone with super-speed, and its way beyond me.
Well, FourSev isn't just swift, you need to understand that FourSev is essentially the perfect soldier created through engineering. Faster, stronger, tougher, and smarter than any other bipedal fighting unit ever designed. by the time he walked into the bridge and stopped, he had it mapped and was tracking each and every single man there in three different spectrums, and had five different tactical simulations running at the same time. That's how Dark Troopers function :P. If a fight breaks out on the bridge, the life span of everyone there immediately gets cut down to two minutes, tops.

Listen, I don't want this discussion to turn into a schlong competition between our two characters, so I put someting in the collab to defuse the situation (slightly), it's still going to be tense as hell afterwards, but at least they won't be on the brink of all-out combat. It'd be a shame to see either of our characters go.

Also, how did I metagame? Please tell me, as I sometimes slip these things up without knowing. It's a good thing, though, since it means I'm totes into the conversation :D.
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