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A burst of speed, and the hulking dragon sped through the wall of dust. The cloud parted like a desert before a nuclear blast, but the knight was used to the apocalypse. Only a second, maybe two to react, but at this speed, it was all the time in the world. Daniel of Columbia clenched his teeth and stood his ground, pivoting his stance down and close, bringing his sword close to his body in a one-handed fool's stance. All he had was a sword, a shield, and grit, but he was going to use them to take the kill if he had to rip it right from the dragon's claws. And that was exactly what he was planning to do.
As the wind from his opponent's wings started to batter him, Daniel noticed a thin crescent of bone fly up into the sallow air, the blade spinning in tauntingly slow arc in comparison to the ferocious assault of its master. It was something to watch carefully in this window of movement, but Daniel had bigger problems. Specifically, almost half a ton of red death was hurtling at him, and it made a snarling grab at the lip of the knight's shield. His eyes narrowed behind his visor as he remembered his last opponent trying the same cheap tactic; they never learn. Daniel allowed the dragon to wrap its foul claws against his shield, nice and tight, easy bait easily taken. It seemed to want to shove his tower shield into the dirt, but the distraction would be to no avail. Daniel obviated the setup by simply pivoting into the dragon's charge, throwing all of its focused weight to his left as he turned like a door, and forcing its momentum back against the pillar behind him. With any luck, the exchange would occur faster than the dragon would be able to collect itself and change tactics, considering that the wicked looking blade it was holding with its tail looked so ready to skewer him. No, Daniel intended to let the dragon keep as much momentum as possible when it decided to commit to latching onto his shield; even if he couldn't win a contest of brute strength, Daniel could definitely manage to yank the dragon back if he had the element of surprise. There was no time to think, but muscle memory honed by rad-scorpions, deathclaws, and super mutants moved Daniel like a machine; as the knight spun to allow the dragon to hit the monolith behind him, he made his riposte in the same moment. The knight had been keeping careful stock of the snakelike bite of the third blade in its tail, the cruel razor of bone the dragon had pulled from its spine. It was meant to be a stinger blow to the vitals, but his well timed change in positioning meant that a blade that was intended to spike through his entrails would have ended up clanging harmlessly against the iron monolith instead.
In that fluid movement of forcing the dragon to impact the wall behind him, Daniel followed up on his attack by sliding his right foot forward and stabbing outward into the dragon's exposed armpit. His sword of course was still in his grip, and in this trade of instants, the Knight of D.C. deftly aimed his own bid to make a shishkebab. As it was, the dragon might have been extended past its center of gravity, ideally with its knuckles pinned right above a packet of itching octanitrocubane. If the lizard had the presence of mind to simply let go of the shield as Daniel made his single move, the initial yank forward would leave it still quite close enough to have a personal meeting with the last foot or so of the sword Manifest. Furthermore, the pivot meant that Daniel was standing within arm's reach of the dragon, facing the dragon's bicep just past the crook of the elbow-- it was an excellent position if the dragon were in the mood for a hug or knew offensive clothesline magic, but not so excellent if it wanted to mount an effective parry to Daniel's sword. The knight had intercepted the complicated series of movements in the time it took for the dragon's discarded sword to drop, and by the time it hit the ground next to the humming iron of the monolith, Daniel would have been watching a dragon bleed for at least three seconds. There would be no last minute jumps this time.
As the wind from his opponent's wings started to batter him, Daniel noticed a thin crescent of bone fly up into the sallow air, the blade spinning in tauntingly slow arc in comparison to the ferocious assault of its master. It was something to watch carefully in this window of movement, but Daniel had bigger problems. Specifically, almost half a ton of red death was hurtling at him, and it made a snarling grab at the lip of the knight's shield. His eyes narrowed behind his visor as he remembered his last opponent trying the same cheap tactic; they never learn. Daniel allowed the dragon to wrap its foul claws against his shield, nice and tight, easy bait easily taken. It seemed to want to shove his tower shield into the dirt, but the distraction would be to no avail. Daniel obviated the setup by simply pivoting into the dragon's charge, throwing all of its focused weight to his left as he turned like a door, and forcing its momentum back against the pillar behind him. With any luck, the exchange would occur faster than the dragon would be able to collect itself and change tactics, considering that the wicked looking blade it was holding with its tail looked so ready to skewer him. No, Daniel intended to let the dragon keep as much momentum as possible when it decided to commit to latching onto his shield; even if he couldn't win a contest of brute strength, Daniel could definitely manage to yank the dragon back if he had the element of surprise. There was no time to think, but muscle memory honed by rad-scorpions, deathclaws, and super mutants moved Daniel like a machine; as the knight spun to allow the dragon to hit the monolith behind him, he made his riposte in the same moment. The knight had been keeping careful stock of the snakelike bite of the third blade in its tail, the cruel razor of bone the dragon had pulled from its spine. It was meant to be a stinger blow to the vitals, but his well timed change in positioning meant that a blade that was intended to spike through his entrails would have ended up clanging harmlessly against the iron monolith instead.
In that fluid movement of forcing the dragon to impact the wall behind him, Daniel followed up on his attack by sliding his right foot forward and stabbing outward into the dragon's exposed armpit. His sword of course was still in his grip, and in this trade of instants, the Knight of D.C. deftly aimed his own bid to make a shishkebab. As it was, the dragon might have been extended past its center of gravity, ideally with its knuckles pinned right above a packet of itching octanitrocubane. If the lizard had the presence of mind to simply let go of the shield as Daniel made his single move, the initial yank forward would leave it still quite close enough to have a personal meeting with the last foot or so of the sword Manifest. Furthermore, the pivot meant that Daniel was standing within arm's reach of the dragon, facing the dragon's bicep just past the crook of the elbow-- it was an excellent position if the dragon were in the mood for a hug or knew offensive clothesline magic, but not so excellent if it wanted to mount an effective parry to Daniel's sword. The knight had intercepted the complicated series of movements in the time it took for the dragon's discarded sword to drop, and by the time it hit the ground next to the humming iron of the monolith, Daniel would have been watching a dragon bleed for at least three seconds. There would be no last minute jumps this time.
The ghosts of the Moschet Museum looked upon the scene before them, hungry for the desperation of the living, and perhaps for one of them to join their number. Tanya raised her knife to Zande's eye, but even through the rankling, skinless sensation of being a knife's breadth from throwing away her soul, Tanya noticed that something seemed horribly, intensely wrong. As she pulled her blade close to his eye, she noticed a glint that was even sharper than her Quill in his clouded, crazed gaze, the foreboding of a hurricane that had already broke the levys. Under her fingertips, she noticed the subtlety of the change, some sort of trick underneath Zande's skin, and raw survival instinct kicked her hard in the kidneys. She jumped back as the cannibal forced his way out of the magical binds, only able to stumble back a scant few feet before he would undoubtedly have pulled his axes to bear. Her only hope would be to stand her ground, fling her feathers forward in time to carve the monster's soul out of its body. Panic bubbled at the back of her throat; unable to drive the knife home, there was just this one ghost of a chance left to survive.
@Takashi
Yo, sorry for the misunderstanding, Daniel didn't actually charge, he placed an explosive charge on a monolith behind him. Dunno if that'll change your post much, but it seems important to clarify.
Yo, sorry for the misunderstanding, Daniel didn't actually charge, he placed an explosive charge on a monolith behind him. Dunno if that'll change your post much, but it seems important to clarify.
Cool. In that case, it's hashtag @Skallagrim up next. Up to them if they want to knock on Vordak's door, or extend the grace period any further.
Speaking of deaths, it seems fair for Vordak to take a hit on this one. Still interested in playing everybody?
@Skallagrim
@Stekkmen
@Vordak
@ImportantNobody
@Skallagrim
@Stekkmen
@Vordak
@ImportantNobody
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Awright, documentation of changes incoming!
I'd like to second that idea, I'm interested in making Bernard more of a shock trooper as well. Since plasma weapons are few and far between, maybe something more like a piledriver or high output torch would be more likely? I'd really be interested in something like the blades from AC V, high output plamsa discharge on a stick, but that might be more of a late game weapon.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=MBI51-Rd-ks
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Also, I just thought I'd throw out the idea for a melee FRAME weapon. I figure since Ryder is sort of becoming a melee character, it would be fun to have something to deal some damage up close. Something along the lines of an energy sword or an upgrade to the fists of a FRAME. It's all just an idea.
I'd like to second that idea, I'm interested in making Bernard more of a shock trooper as well. Since plasma weapons are few and far between, maybe something more like a piledriver or high output torch would be more likely? I'd really be interested in something like the blades from AC V, high output plamsa discharge on a stick, but that might be more of a late game weapon.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=MBI51-Rd-ks
Example
Tanya's heartbeat strained in her chest, every thump pushing her a little further past her limit. This was a battle between demons, and surviving it was hell. She felt it in every bone, every sinew, this monster's damnable resistance to damnation. Even after all this time, even after she'd dealt what should have been the killing blow, it stood here straining against her will. If it came down to it, she'd just have to snuff his out.
Use no weapon.
Those were the terms that burned between her thoughts, the strings that kept her from simply murdering the cannibal outright. But if it came to willpower, she had the force within her to take a... different... interpretation of her malefic tattoo's abilities.
With a shaky, clammy grasp, she took a deep breath and held it as she wrapped her fingers around her knife. Against everything in her nature, her soul screaming in pain, she drew it from its leather scabbard and willed it up, up, until she'd drawn the blade level with her shoulder. She pushed forward, as if moving through sand, even as a mist of exertion escaped Zande's gaping jaws. For some reason, he was resisting the effects of the Rules Snake. Even if it meant giving her soul, Tanya reasoned it would be better to feed the devil she knew. If Zande managed to power through the demonic pact, fail to play by the rules she had imposed, Tanya would jam her knife through his eye. It might mean that she'd die, or worse; her face was set, as blood dribbled down her chin. If it meant she could take this fucker down with her, so be it. Feathers began to manifest around Tanya once more, her last Feather of Innocence taking wing as Zande broke free from the Binding Contract.
Use no weapon.
Those were the terms that burned between her thoughts, the strings that kept her from simply murdering the cannibal outright. But if it came to willpower, she had the force within her to take a... different... interpretation of her malefic tattoo's abilities.
With a shaky, clammy grasp, she took a deep breath and held it as she wrapped her fingers around her knife. Against everything in her nature, her soul screaming in pain, she drew it from its leather scabbard and willed it up, up, until she'd drawn the blade level with her shoulder. She pushed forward, as if moving through sand, even as a mist of exertion escaped Zande's gaping jaws. For some reason, he was resisting the effects of the Rules Snake. Even if it meant giving her soul, Tanya reasoned it would be better to feed the devil she knew. If Zande managed to power through the demonic pact, fail to play by the rules she had imposed, Tanya would jam her knife through his eye. It might mean that she'd die, or worse; her face was set, as blood dribbled down her chin. If it meant she could take this fucker down with her, so be it. Feathers began to manifest around Tanya once more, her last Feather of Innocence taking wing as Zande broke free from the Binding Contract.
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Aaand post up! Couple more questions:
How does modding a FRAME work? Anything from stripping down armor, replacing internals, overriding safeties. I don't blame you if that's too much crunch to have to finnick around with, but I'm curious if modifications are limited to specifically to the FRAMEs and armament mentioned in the OOC.
Any word on black market parts?
How does modding a FRAME work? Anything from stripping down armor, replacing internals, overriding safeties. I don't blame you if that's too much crunch to have to finnick around with, but I'm curious if modifications are limited to specifically to the FRAMEs and armament mentioned in the OOC.
Any word on black market parts?
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