Reflection

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@supertinyking Not gonna lie, but you just chucked an axe at a guy. Even if it does stop the Ripper ball, it's still likely to slice off Koshiro's arm. Just... Further up than the Ripper Ball would have.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Power Level: 500
Activity: Still at the Dojo
@CaptainSully

The old man was a fool as far as Wain was concerned. And it wasn't only true, but Wain was even more devastating than Koshiro had anticipated. The first few strikes against the old man's chest where strength orientated, but the others? The next strike as aimed at the old man's nerves. And another. That eyesight seemed to drive each strike at a pressure point in Koshiro's body, and by the time the old man was reacting, the nerve damage alone could have been something to worry about. Wain, despite being a child, was an instinctual prodigy. And whether or not he realized it himself, Koshiro shouldn't have let him get a punch in like he did.

Koshiro's attack drew attention. That slow left punch. And Wain moved to intercept it with his right. Suddenly, that hand was around his neck, but Koshiro had made another mistake. He underestimated just how far Wain had gotten in past his defenses. The young boy's right arm sailed past the man's defenses, and struck the most vulnerable part of Koshiro's body. The cubital fossa. Even the old man should have caught on in that moment what Wain was doing. But with his grip on Wain's neck, and Wain's grip on his right arm, Koshiro was left with either having to abandon his plan to attack Wain in that fashion, or suffer greatly for it.

The cubital fossa is that part of the body that is opposite the elbow. While the elbow is formed by the bones connecting to allow the arm to bend, the cubital fossa though... Was a housing of important blood vessels. The Radial Nerve. The brachial artery. The median nerve. With his hand wide open, Wain charged a bright purple sphere. A sphere that would make contact with that arm.

Upon contact, there was only one way this could go. Koshiro would find his arm numb, and suddenly useless. Then... Falling to the floor. Despite the difference in strength between Koshiro and Wain, that strength meant nothing when the young feline was targeting the most vulnerable parts of the old man's body. Targeting that vulnerable spot...

"RIPPER BALL!"

No strength could allow Koshiro to fight with a arm that had been severed at it's weakest point.

Wain was a novice at best. But he had inherited something beyond power. A natural instinct for fighting. A natural instinct to hit the weakest links. And that instinct... Didn't tell him when he was going too far. When he might do something dangerous.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Edit: Nevermind

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Wain is gonna go vanish, and then come back with training from some mysterious party.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@vancexentan To be honest, if there is a moment in the RP where Galileo would require the ability to Ride a horse, perform surgery, disengage from an enemy encounter, and needs to use chinese martial arts all at the same time, I'd probably let him do it. Because that sounds dope.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@vancexentan Well, to be honest is the idea of composite skills is that they let you mix and match certain skills. Like having torture tactics and Human Anatomy Understanding can be combined so you can torture a person more easily.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Well just saying, but Tesla doesn't have practice with a bow and arrow, but he qualifies for Archer. It's just one of those weird things about class containers.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Power Level: 500
Activity: Still at the Dojo
@CaptainSully

Hey! Being fast isn't any fair! But if there was one thing Wain could rely on, it was that humans are loud, clumsy beasts. Those big ears twitching as that annoying old man zipped around. Turning suddenly, and striking at the air, missing by mere centimeters. It seemed that just being fast wasn't any good against Wain. Maybe he was just that inherently good at fighting? Or maybe it was just that he was born better than anybody else? Because right now, despite the clear lack of training, he seemed completely on point with trying to match Kojiro's motions.

To bad Kojiro went from dodging all the time to trying to attack. As the old man placed his foot down, steadying himself to strike at Wain. The feline child struck the ground with his foot. Kicking off, and suddenly taking that short distance and making it even shorter. With Kojiro's longer limbs, he was at a clear disadvantage in point blank combat against the child. Ducking in under that hand, Wain began to punch. And punch. And punch. Aiming a flurry of angry young blows directly at the old man's exposed chest.

His tail though, that was the real problem. That sneaky tail had reached out, and grabbed at Kojiro's hand. Despite the difference in size and weight, this means that even if Kojiro tried to run, he'd just be dragging Wain with him. Effectively nullifying that speed difference between them. Was the kid just that smart, or was it instinct?

"How dare you think you're as good as me!?" Wain shouted during his attacks. "You're just some Silver Fang wannabe! So just get your own schtick already!"

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

______________________Akkadian Empire______________________
Zoo - Downtown District

Montana was more out of his comfort zone than Chen had expected. He’d been taking his time for the summoning and his entrance into the war, but he’d been here. Planning, anticipating and setting up his own base of operations. How else would he start a mission he had thought upon his first arrival in America of his life. After setting foot in the country, he could feel the heaviness of the atmosphere compared to his home. But then again, a vacation that was also work couldn’t be complained about.

Having secured a place to head for, the zoo’s closing hours had witnessed a Chinese man in a suit enter it’s gates, his purple tie standing out and matching his lilac hair that was slicked back to give some aura of professionalism. After a slight scuffle with some employees, he was permitted to talk to the manager, giving him his offer across with enough enthusiasm and complexity to keep the man occupied. The staff were certainly confused when it was announced that a third party would be coming to take care of the moderation and maintenance of the zoo whilst they were all given two weeks of leave. The manager himself, never left the zoo that night with everyone else. Security attended as usual but unfortunately for them they let Chen approach them with ease.

He sat upon a bench now, wiping his hands with a handkerchief again after cleaning up the summoning circle. The zoo had been a perfect place, but he wouldn’t dare kill any animals himself to use as his material for the circle to summon his heroic spirit, fortunately those security guards were squishier and more unprofessional than he had expected. Chen would be the first to admit he was impressed with what he had accomplished, The order would be impressed by his summoning alone and even if he survived the war without success, he was sure that he would be awarded more than he needed for his grand plans. He had acquired a great relic from the ancient Order as requested and with the relic by his side now after using it for the ritual, the great Mesopotamian hero answered his call yet, now he had set about his business. Chen still looked on at the Servant and spoke up after his silence following the summoning.

“Great Sargon, forgive my uh let's say negligence, but remind me of your class?” He asked with a nervous grin as he took a bite from the sandwich he had brought with him chewing it and swallowing it before speaking again. “Of course it’s not that important, we can acquire victory either way of course” Chen looked to him with thoughtful eyes. He didn’t know much about the Akkadian empire or Sargon but what he did know was impressive. He wondered if Sargon would live up to his name in battle.

“My class?” The man spoke, softly at the moment. It was soft because he was comfortable. Upon his summoning less than an hour ago he’d set his mind at ease by finding the only animals that he could compare to his own magnificence. It was a simple manner for the man to tame such… ‘Wild beasts.’ And as he leaned back, Sargon rested himself against the belly of a lioness, while another rested by his side. In total, the man possessed a full pride, all resting beside him with comfort alongside their new master.

“It’s Rider.” Sargon said, all while his fingers drifted through the golden fur of one of the beasts. Far more golden than one would expect, and befitting the King of Battle. “You speak of acquiring victory as if it is the end goal. Rather, it is merely one of many goals, with dominion over others, and conquest of the land as the true end goal.” He raised a hand, one that wasn’t preoccupied with his pets, and raised it in Chen’s direction. In it materialized a goblet, filled to the brim with a red wine. “The grail can be considered something to dominate. Even if we win each battle, it is still possible to fail to conquer the grail.” He spoke a bit like a sage. Or perhaps a man who saw conquest as the one true philosophy in life.

This may have come off as more inspirational, if not for a lion cub walking by with an arm ripped from the bodies of one of the guards that Chen had killed earlier. Mauling it with adorable claws, and cute fangs until the male cub was drenched in sweet, crimson blood.

Sargon smiled, and then laughed. His cup raised to his lips when he was done enjoying the lion’s first feast. “I like this one. He is full of fire.” Sargon said, having drained half the goblet in one go. “That one shall be our new mascot. What do you think?”

Chen looked up from his perch and listened to Sargon’s little speech, observing him as he spoke. How glad he was he at least got a talker, he was terrified he would have been cursed with a Berserker who only talked in grunts and flashy acts of aggression that lacked the subtlety that Chen prided himself with. He turned over his sandwich and finished it, looking to the King of Battle’s goblet of wine with a smirk and tilted his head.

“He would make for a pretty fitting mascot that’s for sure. The young cub, already with the taste of blood on his tongue and ready to take on the world.” He smirked a little bit and rocked slightly, wondering what their first move would be subconsciously, then realized right now he had to focus on what his servant had to say. “Let’s say we fail to conquer the grail, yet we did win every battle, would you say that’s a loss or a gain? To you is the grail a means to an end or is it just the final battle of a King who wanted one last good fight?” Chen asked this with a certain look of curiosity.

“You see Rider, if I fail to conquer the Grail it’s not over for me, I can grow and adapt and sue the experience, I wonder if you feel the same about it” he nodded to him and then to the cub. “Lucky for him, I kept the janitor alive, more obedient than one would expect, but alive”

“That is a complex question.” Sargon said after a long pause. Having finished his wine. Only a little of the red wine still remained in that goblet, swishing around as the Rider gave it a swish in his hand. “I guess you will just have to wait and see.” He declared, shifting about and slowly rising. A lioness raised her head off his lap as he stepped over another.

In the corner of the room lay another lion. The male. It was no longer moving, and Sargon let out a sigh. “Good, it’s finally dead. We can begin.” He said, raising the head just a bit more, till scarlet blood dripped into his empty goblet. “Chen, I shall begin work on getting my weapons ready.” He said, never once referring to Chen as a master. He was, if anything, an ally. To call him a master of himself would be, to Sargon, the ultimate act of submission. And he, as the original master and conqueror, did not find himself submitting to others. It had become too embedded in who he is.

Next, he walked away, and within a minute, as Chen was left with Sargon’s pride of lions to watch over him, the bleating of a goat could be heard echoing through the area, until silenced. Sargon returned later, alone. The goblet gone and the blood with it. Grabbing the lion’s body, he threw it over his shoulder, and finally the lionesses stood to join him. Sargon walking off to work on more of whatever it was he had decided to focus on for the time being.
“If you are interested, feel free to follow. We’re going to be busy. And then… We’ll have to find a leyline.” He explained, adjusting his cape as he did so. “We may also want to meet the other servants and masters in this war. An alliance in an early stage of the war is best. Since it will give us access to a greater network of information.” It was simple planning to be honest.

Chen watched the pride of lions around him with a slight nervous nature in his smile that he offered them. Was this how it felt to be out of his depth? Chen always thought growing up he was in a lion’s nest of men and women willing to kill him to further their own ego and will, yet now he realized the real danger that lay beyond his world. It was Sargon who was in another time, but Chen felt like everything had changed for him more than he had expected.

With the return, Chen looked to Rider and got to his feet, brushing off his suit pants and nodding. “I have a means of easy communication with other masters, I’ll begin sending out some familiars with those means. I do believe I could secure us a leyline at the same time which would be the best possible option two birds with one stone as it were” He smirked and began flicking his playing cards from his sleeve into his hand and flicking them between each other. “As much as I would like to witness you at work, I’ll be a little preoccupied, I have a few matters of my own to lay out for this war, as amazing as your power is Great Sargon, I can’t simply rely on that.” he nodded and walked from the pride of lions and when he was far enough away, three birds fell to him and he slipped cards onto their feet, attaching them with string and sending them off. One card for each bird.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Muramasa is fine, since it's basically the same principle of Jack the Ripper expanded upon. AKA: Various people attributing to a single figure.

Honestly, this is on Vance to decide if he wants the extra GMing challenge of having to write up challenges for a character who can cut through any defense or make a new weapon to bypass any unplanned challenges. Since that's always a bundle of a thing.

Also, this is Mad Enhancement D. "Strength and Endurance parameters are up. Language ability is simple. Continuing complex thoughts over long periods of time are difficult."
Simply put, this mental interference thing isn't a thing. Did you pull it from Fate GO or something? Mad Enhancement doesn't make you immune to mental interference, you're usually just too insane for it to matter.