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A Change of Pace. A Challenge for Once. Shincoco Vs Corban.

@Divinity
Rest in peace. I had that happen to me in the worst possible way back when Fury and Kanitah were fighting. I lost somewhere near 4 posts in a row because my computer's battery kept coming undone.

A Change of Pace. A Challenge for Once. Shincoco Vs Corban.

There was no stance this time, Shin was done playing with her. This was no longer a friendly little fight between skilled opponent, Shin was going to kill her. The one eye focused like a telescope on the weapon hand, he could see almost nothing in her hand. Some kind of blade, probably the same one she had struck him with earlier. Didn't matter, his posturing had finished and he lowered his left hand to his side. The thick gel that had wrapped itself around his stump had grown into a flat black covering, from that covering grew the wires that were always component to his defense and mobility.

Shin was not unfamiliar with the concept of a Pyrrhic Victory. Even if he did win this fight, the pain he would endure by the end of it would be tantamount to a loss anyway. Losing his arm was the most painful thing he's experienced in a very long time, and it likely wouldn't be the only injury he'd sustain before the battle was out. This fight was looking to be very sacrificial indeed, and he was unsure if his right arm would have to be surgically reattached or if it would return to him mystically. These concerns would be pushed to the back of his head for now, that disgusting writhing eye of his zoned in on Corban's own eye. Her right, to be more specific. It glared a vicious message of hatred down his sight and into hers.

Shin had been glaring at her long enough, though, and the time for action was now. With a single announcement he would unleash hell upon her unlike any he's demonstrated before, she should feel honored. Only a divine had ever pushed him to unleash this level of combat on another being. "Behold," he spoke calmly and plainly, extending his right arm's stump. "The Hydra." His stump pressed against the staff and from the ground in front of him erupted dozens of spires. Remember how he planted his staff in the ground a few moments prior? He had planted it point down, burying its head for a good reason. As he laughed and jeered at her, he had been probing the ground between them. Probing for any new pipe that could unleash another water based attack on him, to which he found few. Only the one running towards the fountain was noticeable.

So too was he planning one of his most devious offensives, The Hydra. The Hydra is a very simple disruption and terrain shift, by tearing the earth up between him and his opponent he would destroy any proper footing that they could have. While he could change his density and with aid of the staff and move unnaturally, opponents who relied on walking would have to traverse an uneven battlefield. So too did it create a zone of desolation that none would dare pass through, why? Because every one of the components of the black staff may move independently, as it is an extension of his very will. Its amorphous nature and ability to change shape to whatever form he required it to gave him the ability to create complex mechanisms with only a single moving part.

With The Hydra set up and around twenty four black spikes placed between himself and Corban as well as six surrounding himself on all sides, he waited for her next move. The Hydra was wholly capable of coming to her, if she did not come to him.

A Change of Pace. A Challenge for Once. Shincoco Vs Corban.

@Divinity
Once I get home I'll show you a little something. Shin's staff was originally a component power of Baron before their most recent reworks. You'll see why I removed it from Baron and gave it to Shin.

Arena Chat Thread

@Rilla
*Sucker punches you.* Enjoy your participation award.

A Change of Pace. A Challenge for Once. Shincoco Vs Corban.

@Divinity
I realize how that last post might have sounded, what I meant was: Real life is kicking my ass. I've got no anger towards you, just wanted to clarify. I feel like with no clarification it might seem like I'm mad at you.

Drawn Innexorably Towards Confrontation

Inside the ship he had been rolled around like an incredibly hefty ragdoll indeed, smacking from one side of the ship to another before coming to a rest somewhere in the engine room. Dazed and tired he laid there for a few moments, the words of Fury echoed for a moment before only a soft ringing sound touched Dunnaman's ears. It took him a few seconds to right himself and climb up and out towards the door he had run through. His fingertips peeked out and lingered for a moment before he let his head peer over the edge of the ship's door, Fury had gone entirely placid from his outburst. His ship had flipped over, so he was hanging over the underside of it and staring at him over a plane of dented and dirty metal. "Sahry buhb, nehded ter prahtect thah ehnnascant. Rahthar ah' gaht pahmmeled ehn thah stead of softer folk." His face hurt slightly, he had fallen face first into something metal a moment ago, so he blinked a few times to right himself again.

"Baht ah'll beh honhast. Ah do naht ahctooleh know whah ah dehd eht, ah've jehst hahd ah bad fehllehn about yeh sehnce ah fehrst lahd ehs on yeh." Suddenly, after unleashing a ballistic wrath upon the console of his ship, he had calmed down. Only now was he noticing this difference. Maybe in much the same way as Fury had released his pent up rage in one motion, Dunnaman had unleashed his pent up fears. Though he was still uncomfortable looking at Fury's face, he was able to talk a bit more honestly with him. Maybe for the better at this point.

A Change of Pace. A Challenge for Once. Shincoco Vs Corban.

@Divinity
I apologize if my next few posts are inhumane, a bit of catharsis is the medicine I need to salve the burning rage of have right about now.

A Change of Pace. A Challenge for Once. Shincoco Vs Corban.

Now this is what Shin was ready for, a solid blow had finally connected with him. Though technically second hand, his opponent had finally decided to take the fight seriously. Even as he was catapulted backwards against the nearest stone pillar he was smiling ear to ear.

The wind was shunted from his chest in one gasping yelp, he nearly vomited and was certain he'd broken a rib. His staff followed in short order, clattering to the ground before him. Blindly he grasped it as he righted himself back to his feet, it was strangely difficult to balance himself before he planted his feet again. Then he remembered his missing hand, that was an inconvenience at best. A nuisance at worst. The worst part was the fact that he was struggling to breathe, as he stood there it was harder and harder to inhale.

Why?

Was a rib broken into his lung? No.
Was his chest caved in? No.
Was his throat closed? No.

He was having a hard time breathing because he was laughing so God damn hard. It took him a moment to compose himself before he spoke. "You're joking right? You genuinely think it'll take me an hour to kill you?" The malicious joy concealing a despicable rage left a gritty and bitter taste in his mouth.

They might not have noticed, but Shin was no longer bleeding. A thin scab had begun to form over the wound, it was oozing but not quite as detrimental as it had been moments before. The cut was just below his elbow so there was still a joint, which he was using to prop himself upright against his staff.

He rubbed his left hand on the top of his staff, the blunt end would do nicely once he got in range. He pushed down on the butt of his staff with his hand, pushing it further into the ground. He used the shorter staff as a prop, behind his mask he was in quite a state of disarray.

See, he hated this woman. It reminded him of a fight long ago, against another mage. Magic users always managed to attack him rather than actually fight him, and this was humiliating. For all he is as a person, he's still only capable of dealing with so much at a range.

At least normally he is, but right about now he's realizing that he wants this woman deader than dead. He wants this woman eviscerated, and there were a few techniques that he used just for an occasion like this.

With his blunted arm pressed against the staff, a gel rose from the side and against his stump. It wrapped around his arm and connected him to the staff with a thick rope of loose material. "Well, if you want my arm so badly, take it from me."

In a mocking gesture he extended his left arm outwards. Opening his palm and waving it up and down sarcastically.

A Change of Pace. A Challenge for Once. Shincoco Vs Corban.

As the crystal prison formed around him, Shin extended every wire outwards and increased the density and durability to the absolute maximum that he could. Given the incredibly short time frame, of course. It gave him an incredibly small amount of room to move around, but it was something. For anyone else, this would spell out an absolute death sentence. Sealed within a crystal of unknown density with no real means of escape, and an incoming attack that would have completely bisected him. If only she had crushed him completely, rather than trapped him. Maybe if she had disarmed him before, she might have had a better chance. See, the way to escape any barrier is to increase pressure inside of it, and while he wasn't totally capable of filling the room he was able to emulate it.

By leaving even the smallest hole in his cage, she'd given him an escape route. Shin shuffled his body to the side and tilted the base of his spear, planting it against the base of the container and the roof at the same time. This created a solid wedge between the top and the bottom, and leverage is king in a world of hard cages. No matter how hard something is, if it's inflexible it isn't going to survive being pushed against in both directions.

His right hand was still firmly planted against the spear as the blade came rushing through the gap. If he hadn't shuffled himself off to the side it would have taken much more than it did, it would have diagonally sliced him from the shoulder down to his hip. On his right side it wouldn't have been immediately fatal, but it would have inevitably killed him. However, he had moved slightly. Putting only one part of himself in the direct line of fire, his right hand. It absolutely dissolved the flesh, like a hot knife through butter. His hand slapped down to the ground with a wet plop and Shin's face turned from placid and wicked to outraged in zero seconds flat. It struck against the base of his staff and broke apart, but most of the water had passed through perfectly smooth.

Once the water blade had passed, Shin sharply kicked against the staff. Nudging it forward and alligning the flat of the blade at the top with where the blade of water had come from. Like a can opener, he raised his foot upwards sharply into the bottom of his staff. It tilted his staff up and forward into the small groove, wedging it further in the cage. As he stood there, kicking his staff upwards his blood pooled at his feet inside of the container. The wires around his body had begun to dissolve, the part of the body that had connected them to the staff was severed. It gave him even more room inside of the cage, to which he responded by raising his left hand upwards in preparation for a shell cracking strike.

As he had his hand overhead he paused, realizing a second wave might come through. If he used his hand too soon he might lose his left hand as well, Shin would wait and prepare to strike again once a second had followed up or enough time had passed.

A Change of Pace. A Challenge for Once. Shincoco Vs Corban.

There we go.