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*rocks back and forth*
Things took a long time to resolve eh?
*rocks back and forth*
Things took a long time to resolve eh?
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I'm in no hurry.
Bah, I'm not sure any of you know what edge is.
You merely adopted edge, I was born in it, moulded by it.
Of course, I think Arena characters should be a little edgy. Their lives are marked by violence, often murder. It's somewhat disconcerting to me when someone capable of that level of violence is outwardly optimistic or happy, they'd have to be fundamentally sociopathic or delusional in order to maintain that. Which in turn makes them edgy, whether you know it or not.
All roads lead to edge.
You merely adopted edge, I was born in it, moulded by it.
Of course, I think Arena characters should be a little edgy. Their lives are marked by violence, often murder. It's somewhat disconcerting to me when someone capable of that level of violence is outwardly optimistic or happy, they'd have to be fundamentally sociopathic or delusional in order to maintain that. Which in turn makes them edgy, whether you know it or not.
All roads lead to edge.
As this is a supernatural forest I'm going to guess the canopy height is probably slightly above average for Earth, which means you're looking at about fifty meters. You've described the canopy as being thick enough to conceal your character completely from view, which I can only presume means we're in an incredibly dense forest with very leafy (and branchy) trees.
In other words, hitting the Clockwork Man with your character's projectiles from fifty meters away is going to be nigh on impossible. He would struggle to do that with his pistol. If you stay in the canopy we're probably just going to stalemate.
In other words, hitting the Clockwork Man with your character's projectiles from fifty meters away is going to be nigh on impossible. He would struggle to do that with his pistol. If you stay in the canopy we're probably just going to stalemate.
The Clockwork Man was following no determined path through the forest, in fact he was going out of his way to do the exact opposite. So, laying a trap ahead of him was, without the power of foresight, completely impossible. He was moving around and between trees, first heading away from the bog and then doubling back, in other words, he was just covering ground. Regardless of how quick the creature overhead could keep pace with him while moving completely silently and causing no disturbance to its surroundings, it couldn’t launch anything at him fast enough from its position almost fifty meters above before he moved behind another tree. The distance from the canopy to the forest floor was too significant, and the density of the foliage was no help either. It could remain invisible up above, but it couldn’t harm him with its projectiles, no more than he could harm it as long as it refrained from using mana and maintained completely outside of his observation.
Of course, the Clockwork Man was simply buying time. As the creature burned away branches and smashed up the environment above him he was waiting on his pistol, whirring away at his side. Ten seconds passed with a clanking sound emanating from the clockwork weapon, an announcement that he had one super-charged round prepared. He still couldn’t be sure that whatever was up there could be harmed through mundane means, but for now he was going to assume it could be and prepare one hell of a wallop for it while it lurked up above. This stalemate of sorts they’d found themselves in suited him just fine for the time being, and when he was bored of it the object in his left hand would provide some clarity to the situation. The Clockwork Man excelled at just this sort of combat, the creature could fight him at his own game if it wished, but he’d yet to lose a round.
Of course, the Clockwork Man was simply buying time. As the creature burned away branches and smashed up the environment above him he was waiting on his pistol, whirring away at his side. Ten seconds passed with a clanking sound emanating from the clockwork weapon, an announcement that he had one super-charged round prepared. He still couldn’t be sure that whatever was up there could be harmed through mundane means, but for now he was going to assume it could be and prepare one hell of a wallop for it while it lurked up above. This stalemate of sorts they’d found themselves in suited him just fine for the time being, and when he was bored of it the object in his left hand would provide some clarity to the situation. The Clockwork Man excelled at just this sort of combat, the creature could fight him at his own game if it wished, but he’d yet to lose a round.
“Oh yes, I remember you are an ice elemental of sorts. You have far more sentience than those I’m familiar with though.” The Mage referred to the summoning of ice elementals as servants, an ability said to be favoured by the Torm of yore. Summoning in general fell out of fashion almost thirty years ago, but Metz had seen one of the last summoners create something not unlike Daniel once. It was very nearly a living being, made entirely of an element. If Metz had not chosen to take the path he had in regards to his pillars he might very well have gone down that route instead. Still, he was getting off track.
“Still, we’re not here to chat about magic are we?” Metz’ grin was feral. “We’re here to use it!”
Metz strafed left away from the fountain to give himself more space, his left hand held low while his right was held palm out before him as a ward. He obviously favoured a different style to Daniel, keeping his right side forward and his left hand out of reach and partially out of sight must have been a by-product of Mage combat. Most Torm spell casters used their offhand to weave the patterns of magic, it was usually a bad idea to give your enemy too good a look at that process.
After clearing about five feet from the fountain he started to move forward. They were about twenty feet apart when he started to approach, it would only take him a couple seconds to walk within six feet, just enough time to begin weaving a spell Daniel had not yet seen. A spell named Spellbreaker, as it happened.
“Still, we’re not here to chat about magic are we?” Metz’ grin was feral. “We’re here to use it!”
Metz strafed left away from the fountain to give himself more space, his left hand held low while his right was held palm out before him as a ward. He obviously favoured a different style to Daniel, keeping his right side forward and his left hand out of reach and partially out of sight must have been a by-product of Mage combat. Most Torm spell casters used their offhand to weave the patterns of magic, it was usually a bad idea to give your enemy too good a look at that process.
After clearing about five feet from the fountain he started to move forward. They were about twenty feet apart when he started to approach, it would only take him a couple seconds to walk within six feet, just enough time to begin weaving a spell Daniel had not yet seen. A spell named Spellbreaker, as it happened.
Mr Clockwork had found himself carried to the ground quickly by his deceptively weighty form, quick enough that the creature above was playing catch-up in order to fire its web balls down at him. He could see them plain as day, glowing above him in the canopy, but more importantly he could hear them this time as well. That was because on their merry way down to him they cleared out a decent section of the forest, branches cracking and splinters flying through the air as the heavy balls of webbing had to fight even to reach him. This forest they found themselves in was overgrown to the point of absurdity, finding a clear shot was going to be nigh on impossible over such distance. Especially with the Clockwork Man moving.
And damn did he move, even with that odd gait that seemed to suggest he moved in phases rather than one continuous motion he still made it up to nearly thirty miles per hour as he darted between the trees. He had taken note of the creature’s position up to his right and quickly put a tree between them again, an easy task in a forest. Abundance of cover made a fight from range more difficult for the one with a less precise weapon, and the Clockwork Man held the advantage there with his whirring pistol. Web splattered into the trunk as he moved behind it, presumably an attempt to cut off his advance scuppered by the branches overhead and the fact that he had cover to move behind. The rest seemed to hit the ground around him at the same time, and when he quickly looked around the trunk before sprinting in a haphazard fashion further ahead, he saw no sign of the mana signature. Just a single ball hovering in the air over the canopy, presumably one of those web projectiles.
Nevermind, high overhead the canopy would provide a poor platform for launching any assault, as it had proven ineffective in stopping him once he reached the ground. It was just too far to launch something through the forest, and once it came down the leaf cover would be insufficient. It was a waiting game of sorts, but one the Clockwork Man would only play for so long. His left hand sought his satchel as he serpentine’d through the forest, his hand reaching out to grasp a specific spherical object. If the creature failed to realise it could not fight the battle entirely from overhead, he’d teach it.
And damn did he move, even with that odd gait that seemed to suggest he moved in phases rather than one continuous motion he still made it up to nearly thirty miles per hour as he darted between the trees. He had taken note of the creature’s position up to his right and quickly put a tree between them again, an easy task in a forest. Abundance of cover made a fight from range more difficult for the one with a less precise weapon, and the Clockwork Man held the advantage there with his whirring pistol. Web splattered into the trunk as he moved behind it, presumably an attempt to cut off his advance scuppered by the branches overhead and the fact that he had cover to move behind. The rest seemed to hit the ground around him at the same time, and when he quickly looked around the trunk before sprinting in a haphazard fashion further ahead, he saw no sign of the mana signature. Just a single ball hovering in the air over the canopy, presumably one of those web projectiles.
Nevermind, high overhead the canopy would provide a poor platform for launching any assault, as it had proven ineffective in stopping him once he reached the ground. It was just too far to launch something through the forest, and once it came down the leaf cover would be insufficient. It was a waiting game of sorts, but one the Clockwork Man would only play for so long. His left hand sought his satchel as he serpentine’d through the forest, his hand reaching out to grasp a specific spherical object. If the creature failed to realise it could not fight the battle entirely from overhead, he’d teach it.
Also, Mr. Clock being on the ground would make him an easier target not a harder one as being in the trees means that Ananze has to potentially throw through even more foliage to hit his target(s), whereas on the ground such is less likely.
Dunno if I agree with you there, we didn't really agree on how high the canopy is but considering this is a magic forest, I would have said it would be pretty high. Maybe as high as thirty or forty meters off the ground. In a forest, that much clear space is pretty much impossible to find. You either have the branches of the tree going downwards or you have the trunks of the tree on a horizontal plane.
In other words, your character is going to find it nearly impossible to actually hit the Clockwork Man with something as dense as a ball of web as he runs through the forest, if he remains in the canopy. At least without clearing out like five or six thick branches before it gets to him.
I dunno, I don't want to no-sell but I don't really understand the positioning or the nature of the attack so I can't really do it justice. Could you reference where the Clockwork Man is in future when you're launching these sort of attacks? It helps with timings and the like.
The Clockwork Man put the tree between them and jumped to the ground, I'm not entirely able to rationalise that movement with your character's actions. At what point has he moved around so the tree is not blocking his projectiles? Does he take any note of the Clockwork Man dropping down? Is he quick enough to do anything before the automaton's weight drops him to solid ground? Is he firing down from the canopy at the Clockwork Man? It would be difficult to do that in a fairly dense forest, lots of obstructions.
Not an issue as such, just unsure if you maybe misread my post or I misread yours in regards to locations.
Not an issue as such, just unsure if you maybe misread my post or I misread yours in regards to locations.
Metz was very nearly taken aback when the Wolf agreed, but there you go, guess some people did bother with honour. Suited him just fine anyway, his shoddy pistol and knife were no match for the weapons Daniel could apparently summon out of thin air. He took a few steps back and leftward, slowly circling around the fountain that had been behind him, weapons outstretched.
"Sure, sure."
“Three, two, one.” He chucked his weapons nonchalantly into the fountain, listening to them clatter down on dry stonework. Good riddance, the things wouldn’t be doing him any favours against the elemental anyway. They had served him better than they would in battle by hopefully forcing Daniel to discard his own tools. Of course, he could always be tricking Metz. But he had come a long way for this fight. Was he going to cheapen his potential victory by defeating Metz while he was disadvantaged?
Had this been a fight to the death for real stakes Metz would have done just the same to Daniel in a fucking heartbeat. But that was neither here nor there. They were just two people trying to discern who was the best, or something like that. Honestly, Metz was pretty sure he was just clinging to any excuse to be powerful again, to waste his precious supply of mana in such a fight was foolish at best but addiction was a powerful motivator, and the Manaless mage was in every sense an addict. Addicted to mana, addicted to power, there were worse things to crave, but not many.
“Alright then, I’m sure you remember what happens next.” Metz quipped, sweeping a blue vial off his belt and flipping off the lid. “Bottoms up!”
"Sure, sure."
“Three, two, one.” He chucked his weapons nonchalantly into the fountain, listening to them clatter down on dry stonework. Good riddance, the things wouldn’t be doing him any favours against the elemental anyway. They had served him better than they would in battle by hopefully forcing Daniel to discard his own tools. Of course, he could always be tricking Metz. But he had come a long way for this fight. Was he going to cheapen his potential victory by defeating Metz while he was disadvantaged?
Had this been a fight to the death for real stakes Metz would have done just the same to Daniel in a fucking heartbeat. But that was neither here nor there. They were just two people trying to discern who was the best, or something like that. Honestly, Metz was pretty sure he was just clinging to any excuse to be powerful again, to waste his precious supply of mana in such a fight was foolish at best but addiction was a powerful motivator, and the Manaless mage was in every sense an addict. Addicted to mana, addicted to power, there were worse things to crave, but not many.
“Alright then, I’m sure you remember what happens next.” Metz quipped, sweeping a blue vial off his belt and flipping off the lid. “Bottoms up!”
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