Asuras! I thought I recognized your name from somewhere
The art gives it away.
Man, I just got back into forum stuff since the reality RP
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poog the pig said
So I'm drawing Grimm monsters for the almighty Tree, how does this look? btw I've dropped out of the RP.
We already figured that out
You pleb.
Gideon watched Beliya with interest even after they shook hands, his sharp gaze tilting 20 degrees as his entire head rotated.
It was an odd sight; his solemn features slanted in a comical show of puzzlement.
"Seems redundant to do it now. I am still functional in a practical sense, and I understand my responsibilities. When we return with an artifact, I will likely receive medical treatment." He said bluntly, though he's obviously trying hard to soften his words, as he followed up with, "Something to look forward to, of course."
A pained smile.
He eventually unsheathed his Mardemdievs the grey blade containing a yellow blade extension that expanded out from the blade, forming a truly long scimitar at 2 meters long. In contrast to the 1.2 meter blades Gideon originally wielded, they appeared much more menacing, though quite heavy with the extended weight. This time, he was much more prepared for the grimm. Hefting the blade with his right arm, he inwardly winced as the damage muscles contracted, but he considered it operational nevertheless. "Keeping in mind that I have very few clues as to where the artifact is, I hope you will keep my suggestion in mind when I advise we head towards the aforementioned train." Gideon's awkwardness shown through brightly as he even added in a few words to signify his cautious submissiveness. He was capable of stringing together polite words, he affirmed himself, but it was such a nuisance that it was almost a physical pain.
It was an odd sight; his solemn features slanted in a comical show of puzzlement.
"Seems redundant to do it now. I am still functional in a practical sense, and I understand my responsibilities. When we return with an artifact, I will likely receive medical treatment." He said bluntly, though he's obviously trying hard to soften his words, as he followed up with, "Something to look forward to, of course."
A pained smile.
He eventually unsheathed his Mardemdievs the grey blade containing a yellow blade extension that expanded out from the blade, forming a truly long scimitar at 2 meters long. In contrast to the 1.2 meter blades Gideon originally wielded, they appeared much more menacing, though quite heavy with the extended weight. This time, he was much more prepared for the grimm. Hefting the blade with his right arm, he inwardly winced as the damage muscles contracted, but he considered it operational nevertheless. "Keeping in mind that I have very few clues as to where the artifact is, I hope you will keep my suggestion in mind when I advise we head towards the aforementioned train." Gideon's awkwardness shown through brightly as he even added in a few words to signify his cautious submissiveness. He was capable of stringing together polite words, he affirmed himself, but it was such a nuisance that it was almost a physical pain.
You could always strive to complete dialogue with your partner as the others are doing.
Not that I like the latex idea in anyway, or think it would work.
But I just wanted to point out skyscraper lightning rods are constructed to become the focal point of lightning strike and disperse the energy than rather have the massive amount of cars in the streets becoming conductors.
But I just wanted to point out skyscraper lightning rods are constructed to become the focal point of lightning strike and disperse the energy than rather have the massive amount of cars in the streets becoming conductors.
Gideon looked up at Beliya with a tired gaze, his appearance looked entirely focused as his slit eyes appraised his partner without a verbal answer for a few moments. After the small duration of him quietly looking her up and down, he seemed satisfied, standing up slowly with a grunt and offering his good hand, which happened to be his left hand, as the right arm hung limply, "Forgive my appearance, my name is Gideon Xovos. I will be your partner from now on." He frowns for a moment, as if remembering something, "My legs are fully functional." He states as a matter-of-fact, his way of saying he 'can probably walk', though it would seem he's a bit off balance, swaying ever so slightly from side to side with the breeze.
Galgarion said
Oh, by the way, oldmanyang, i looked into rogue legacy for you, and its 15 right now
Yeah, I checked into it myself, but I'm flat out broke because of buying a new PC so recently, barely able to pay for car gas.
I'm trying to characterize Gideon's less than elegant fight style without turning the post into a shudder-fest
In RWBY, I really don't see why Grimm can't do that kind of thing.
They literally bleed rose petals or some shit
Most things about the Grimm are impossible in real life.
Laser generating organics probably wouldn't be too far off the mark for them.
They literally bleed rose petals or some shit
Most things about the Grimm are impossible in real life.
Laser generating organics probably wouldn't be too far off the mark for them.
Gideon's fall was both ungraceful and bone-breaking, not to mention; loud. He had managed to land on his feet, though it was quiet obvious he was still recovering from the fall when he stood at his full height, his lean yet muscled form straightened slowly until Gideon appeared in his usual, disciplined posture. His eyes were only able to purvey the surrounding clearing for a couple seconds, the trees forming a sort of ellipse of colorful grass and moss that circl-- out of the corner of his eye, Gideon was able to see the form of a beowolf lunge at him, giving him just enough time to rotate his hips and torso to face the pounce head-on. Gideon landed hard on his back, his Mardemdievs clacking loudly as Gideon rolls onto his shoulder and used them as leverage to both push the beowolf as well as himself, causing the two figures to land a few meters apart.
Gideon glanced around with his peripherals in the moment that the beowolf lunged, noticing 5 other hulking figures all equally as muscled as the large beowolf in front of him. Barely sidestepping one of the beowolf's overhead swipes. Gideon let loose a couple brutal punches to its side, causing two, very audible, thuds. The beowolf leapt away again, allowing Gideon to reach for his Mardemdievs, though he was unable to draw as the beowolf quickly re-engaged with another lunge forward, forcing Gideon to improvise.
Gideon was good at improvisation. Despite this fact, Gideon also did not have the preparedness of somebody who might have been able to sit down and think out their next move.
No, Rather
Gideon did something much less intelligent
And much more ballsy
Gideon lunged out with both hands for the head of the beowolf, one hand impaling itself on the upper jaw of the beowolf, wrapping itself around the muzzle. The only hand protection being tightly bound cloth one might apply to blisters or burns. The other hand reached for the top of the head, forcing the beowolf's head down to about 2 feet off the ground as the beowolf's claws grazed either side of Gideon's frame.
Then came the curb stomp
No, not to the top of the head, or the foot, or the neck.
Gideon curb stomped the beowolf's lower jaw whilst he lifted its upper jaw.
The Result: A loud snapping sound, audible to the surrounding area, followed by a screech mixed with a barking whine as the lower jaw of the beowolf dangled by skin and muscle, the tongue flapping aimlessly with the pained vocalizations that could be heard for kilometers. The bone had pierced through the skin, acting as a locking mechanism as the joints of the lower jaw dragged outwards across the palette of the beowolf's mouth, the muscles in spasm causing the bone to move similar to a catapult, resulting in the bone only remaining attached to the muscle by loose tendons.
Gideon quickly followed through by withdrawing his right hand from the permanently open maw of the beowolf and sliding his left hand down to the back of the target's neck. In a split-second Gideon extended and withdrew his right fist from the neck of the beowolf, the screech turning into a strangled sound as the defeated form flopped to the ground writhing for air before eventually going still. Of course, Gideon didn't have time to watch as another beowolf leaped towards him, though, in that instant, Gideon had enough time to brace himself and act as a springboard, rolling the beowolf off his shoulders and maintaining the beowolf's trajectory towards the other side of the clearing.
As soon as Gideon stance recovered, another beowolf ran at him with swiping blows. At this point, Gideon began to count. This beowolf he named "3".
Gideon dodged the first swipe, before stopping the second one inches from his face, intertwining his arm with the beowolf's, he pulled the monstrosity closer until the maw of the beowolf was close enough for Gideon to feel its breath. The stance was not maintained for more than a second as Gideon slammed his foot down on the knee joint of "3", causing it to bend inwards at an awkward angle and collided with the other knee-joint, accompanied by a sound similar to a branch snapping off a tree. Quickly diverting both of their weight to the side of the broken joint, Gideon flung the beowolf onto its side, about to draw his Mardemdievs once again before assigned beowolfs "4" and "2" collide with him at 90 degree angles from each other, flinging him back with the two of them on top of him.
Focusing on "2" first, Gideon grappled both the upper and lower jaw with each hand, his hands quickly becoming pin-cushions. Twisting his hands in a 360 motion, he snapped the beowolf's neck like a twig, but not before "4" ran his jaw down Gideon's upper arm with a vicious twisting motion you'd more likely see with a dog playing tug-o'-war. Gideon quickly grabbed the skull of "4", digging his left hand thumb into the eye socket of the beowolf and dragging its head off his arm before bringing his knee up from under the beowolf and dragging its head downward to meet in the middle, the jaw audibly snapping shut as Gideon's knee forcefully closed it.
Pushing the stunned beowolf off of him, he stood with his right arm limply hanging at his side, he wasn't really totally standing before "4" returned with a vengeance, only to be met with a sweeping kick that took out its legs, causing it to fall to the ground like a bag of bricks. Before it could get back up, Gideon stomped on its muzzle, causing the beowolf's head to whip to the side and into the grass. The stomp was followed by a few like it, beginning to noticeably cave in its skull before designated beowolf "5" slashed open Gideon's side, which was instantly replied with a shoulder to the beowolf's torso, taking them both to the ground. Gideon quickly gained the upper ground on the beowolf, placing his knees on either arm and beginning a flury of audible punches to the skull of the beowolf, bloodying both his knuckles as sharp thuds turned into soft squishes, Eventually, Gideon stood his knuckles, a flowing red. "4" seemed to have gotten up and was sauntering towards Gideon whilst barely able to maintain its balance. Gideon came in with a side kick, knocking the already shattered material of "4"'s skull several meters.
Gideon stood silently, facing the last beowolf that had made itself apparent to him, his piercing gaze matching the beowolf's predatory stare before suddenly falling to a knee, his fists placed on either side of him to maintain his balance.
At this point, to any current onlooker, it has become quite obvious that Gideon Xovos could use some serious help as the final beowolf closed in.
Gideon glanced around with his peripherals in the moment that the beowolf lunged, noticing 5 other hulking figures all equally as muscled as the large beowolf in front of him. Barely sidestepping one of the beowolf's overhead swipes. Gideon let loose a couple brutal punches to its side, causing two, very audible, thuds. The beowolf leapt away again, allowing Gideon to reach for his Mardemdievs, though he was unable to draw as the beowolf quickly re-engaged with another lunge forward, forcing Gideon to improvise.
Gideon was good at improvisation. Despite this fact, Gideon also did not have the preparedness of somebody who might have been able to sit down and think out their next move.
No, Rather
Gideon did something much less intelligent
And much more ballsy
Gideon lunged out with both hands for the head of the beowolf, one hand impaling itself on the upper jaw of the beowolf, wrapping itself around the muzzle. The only hand protection being tightly bound cloth one might apply to blisters or burns. The other hand reached for the top of the head, forcing the beowolf's head down to about 2 feet off the ground as the beowolf's claws grazed either side of Gideon's frame.
Then came the curb stomp
No, not to the top of the head, or the foot, or the neck.
Gideon curb stomped the beowolf's lower jaw whilst he lifted its upper jaw.
The Result: A loud snapping sound, audible to the surrounding area, followed by a screech mixed with a barking whine as the lower jaw of the beowolf dangled by skin and muscle, the tongue flapping aimlessly with the pained vocalizations that could be heard for kilometers. The bone had pierced through the skin, acting as a locking mechanism as the joints of the lower jaw dragged outwards across the palette of the beowolf's mouth, the muscles in spasm causing the bone to move similar to a catapult, resulting in the bone only remaining attached to the muscle by loose tendons.
Gideon quickly followed through by withdrawing his right hand from the permanently open maw of the beowolf and sliding his left hand down to the back of the target's neck. In a split-second Gideon extended and withdrew his right fist from the neck of the beowolf, the screech turning into a strangled sound as the defeated form flopped to the ground writhing for air before eventually going still. Of course, Gideon didn't have time to watch as another beowolf leaped towards him, though, in that instant, Gideon had enough time to brace himself and act as a springboard, rolling the beowolf off his shoulders and maintaining the beowolf's trajectory towards the other side of the clearing.
As soon as Gideon stance recovered, another beowolf ran at him with swiping blows. At this point, Gideon began to count. This beowolf he named "3".
Gideon dodged the first swipe, before stopping the second one inches from his face, intertwining his arm with the beowolf's, he pulled the monstrosity closer until the maw of the beowolf was close enough for Gideon to feel its breath. The stance was not maintained for more than a second as Gideon slammed his foot down on the knee joint of "3", causing it to bend inwards at an awkward angle and collided with the other knee-joint, accompanied by a sound similar to a branch snapping off a tree. Quickly diverting both of their weight to the side of the broken joint, Gideon flung the beowolf onto its side, about to draw his Mardemdievs once again before assigned beowolfs "4" and "2" collide with him at 90 degree angles from each other, flinging him back with the two of them on top of him.
Focusing on "2" first, Gideon grappled both the upper and lower jaw with each hand, his hands quickly becoming pin-cushions. Twisting his hands in a 360 motion, he snapped the beowolf's neck like a twig, but not before "4" ran his jaw down Gideon's upper arm with a vicious twisting motion you'd more likely see with a dog playing tug-o'-war. Gideon quickly grabbed the skull of "4", digging his left hand thumb into the eye socket of the beowolf and dragging its head off his arm before bringing his knee up from under the beowolf and dragging its head downward to meet in the middle, the jaw audibly snapping shut as Gideon's knee forcefully closed it.
Pushing the stunned beowolf off of him, he stood with his right arm limply hanging at his side, he wasn't really totally standing before "4" returned with a vengeance, only to be met with a sweeping kick that took out its legs, causing it to fall to the ground like a bag of bricks. Before it could get back up, Gideon stomped on its muzzle, causing the beowolf's head to whip to the side and into the grass. The stomp was followed by a few like it, beginning to noticeably cave in its skull before designated beowolf "5" slashed open Gideon's side, which was instantly replied with a shoulder to the beowolf's torso, taking them both to the ground. Gideon quickly gained the upper ground on the beowolf, placing his knees on either arm and beginning a flury of audible punches to the skull of the beowolf, bloodying both his knuckles as sharp thuds turned into soft squishes, Eventually, Gideon stood his knuckles, a flowing red. "4" seemed to have gotten up and was sauntering towards Gideon whilst barely able to maintain its balance. Gideon came in with a side kick, knocking the already shattered material of "4"'s skull several meters.
Gideon stood silently, facing the last beowolf that had made itself apparent to him, his piercing gaze matching the beowolf's predatory stare before suddenly falling to a knee, his fists placed on either side of him to maintain his balance.
At this point, to any current onlooker, it has become quite obvious that Gideon Xovos could use some serious help as the final beowolf closed in.
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