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Thanks for the responses! Quick question.

What is T1 Eden Era?

@Davlamin

Basically a set of rules.

Click the T1 link in Skallagrim's siggy for a read.

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To be fair, from my understandings, preps don't really determine how easy or not they are to stop, but how much power is behind them. You can prep one hundred turns, if I can logically stop it... fuckdatshitson #nitpicky xD

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Well, although most swordsmen would be unfamiliar with a boxing style, they would be plenty used to fighting other people with weapons, which are far more dangerous. They probably wouldn't be alive if they weren't quick enough to step away from an opening strike. Though ducking it may be a little unrealistic, as that's specifically a hand to hand skill.

What's great about your opponent dodging, and this is something most people overlook, is that it can be just as useful to force an opponent to dodge in the way you want then to hit them in the first place. I can think of a fair few fights where forcing a specific dodge from my opponent has earned me a better hit, or even the win.

@MelonHead

That actually came up in Naruto, when Guy said he could tell what the 100th move in a fight would be. It was less predicting and more him using his considerable skill to force an opponent to move in certain ways to ensure the outcome.

New Heroes Emerge and an Old Hero Returns! Rilla vs LeeRoy!

The Captainess, at ease with the moving Yggdrasil beneath her feet, continued to hold her pose against the cushioned seat. She did not have any inclination of when the man would finally awake from the slumber he seemed lost in, nor when this norse myth would reach whatever destination it had intended for this snoozing passenger. She had all the time in the world, it seemed, as time here seemed unable or unwilling to pass. Even gauging time based off the rhythmic beating of her heart seemed an impossible task for the woman - as they here, it did not resonant with the soft thudding sound.

Were they truly in a place where time stood still, could even the legendary Wizard, once controlled by the father of the great Puppeteer Merlin, use his generous abilities in this place? This entire trip was turning out to be one large exploration into a world she had never dreamed existed. Were they really travelling to a new multiverse? Just what beings were such benefactors that they could arrange such a large-scale passing? Such powers were reserved for negotiators, middle-men as eloquent and devious as Liaison. Still, they had recieved word that two boxers had made the jump, yet none knew if they were Novas.

Yggdraesil noisily talked to her, yet mostly himself, remarking on the places he'd been and places he'd seen. He talked at length about Allaria, and some of the people who'd dared pass, and mentioned that among them - very few could pierce the multiversal veil. Even those of power had an issue passing, which made it doubly remarkable that Tre'Yan and Dyayun had been able to make it, and now an even larger group. He mentioned some of their weapons, and how they had sort of been a beacon for him, the sheer amount of power contained within them. What interested her the most was that he mentioned one burned brighter than the other, but seemed reluctant to confirm whether or not it was Vanguard, almost as if it were not what he referred too.

You know, lady, another of your group wandered off as well. Maybe we'll pick him up later.

The Captainess was slightly perturbed by this knowledge, yet before she could speak, the train answered.

Fruzio? I think his name is, the one with the latent spear. Lot of strength in that one; quiet before an unleashed storm.

She turned slightly; Fruzio, nor the spear he held showed any special properties, at least that she detected.

Soemthing gave her the chills, and with a flick upward of the eyes, she could see the sleeping man had finally awoken. Used to different langauges and not being able to speak them, she could tell the man was of foreign nature, yet not to Yggdrasil, whom translated every word in almost perfect sync. Even without the commentary of Yggdrasil, she could pick up on the body langauge of the man.

Confusion.

And then the typical male response.

Check out the woman before him. She was in half a mind to shoot him right on the spot, yet the whispers of the First Mate advised against that. A futile attempt they moaned.

She sucked her teeth, and took a step back, simultaneously calming her already viciously rising temper and increasing the distance between her and the lecherous man. The more distance between them, the better chance she had at several things.

Drawing either her pistol, drawing First Mate, or having a better chance at increasing the amount of power she was just now starting to conserve.

With Yggdrasil's expert skills as a linguist, the Captainess began her reply, steadying herself in case of an unwarranted attack. The man would find she was no mere woman playing at piracy. Her right hand angled before her, ready to make a pass at her sword, or at her pistol in a jam.

This, apparently, is an intermultiversal train that can get to literally any multiverse at certain points for pick ups and drop offs. You, somehow, managed to get on while it was in motion. This path, however, is not one of Yggdrasil's usual routes. It seems it was affected by the travel of the party I was previously travelling with, and the strange, yet powerful, magic that got us this far.

She watched the man, before taking a breath and continuing.

Who I, and my party are, is unimportant. What is important is how you got on this particular train, and why you needed to piggyback on us to do it. Answer in a satisfying manner, and I will let you live. Lie, or fail to answer properly, and I will kill you... right on this train, right where you sit.

Her eyes gleamed with a brazen green glow, and the words of First Mate danced in her head; she hoped for the latter, fresh bloodshed would make her feel better.

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@Takashi Hmm, I'm actually not entirely sure about that one. It doesn't sound like he actually prevented any action from happening, or even interacted with the ball. Now if he declared that he was swinging right, then was suddenly swinging left, then yea, bs. But from just what I know in your explanation, if doesn't sound too terrible or too much of a stretch. That was just micrometagaming, which literally everyone does, usually subconsciously. What it sounds like happened, is he was swinging, then changed the direction of it mid-swing. Now without any kind of processing power to speak of, I would again call bs.

@Gun

Basically this. Without acting on the object itself, he had no reason or right to change the stated trajectory, especially going off the information provided. It sounds more like metagaming, as Gun said above.

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Note: It should be stated that when in cqc situations, my idea of interrupts is a bit more lax, because of the nature of cqc itself. Most times people aren't just going to do a literal single punch or kick, because fights would last hours lol. So doing things like 'interrupting' some dudes 30 punch barrage is also fine with me. But doing something like 'as soon as his arm flexed, I punched first.' thereby changing everything, isn't. And that right there? The whole 'reflexes' excuse to get away with it is the most general reason given.

'I have fast reflexes, so I see you about to move, and instead of preparing and reacting accordingly, I'm gonna argue that my speed and reflexes together would make my interrupt entirely ok and logical.' not that there isn't a defense for that, but I just find that its majorly used as a way to sneak out of unfavorable situations, at least when they were fighting me.

'man, that attack is kinda deadly and I don't really got too many answers for it. OH. I KNOW. ILL JUST STOP IT FROM HAPPENING.'

@Gun

Reflexes are a bitch, because people use them shits for everything. An arm flexing, unless you can see in the future, there is no real way to know he's about to punch the shit out of you, but there isn't much you can do to stop them from reacting to it. Now if they include mention they are about to get punched.

Reflexes are assholes, because you could be in close range and most people still wanna dodge. Boxers get a pass, somewhat, because those fuckers are literally trained to try and avoid shit, unless their an in-fighter, where it is almost imperative to take some hits to get on the inside.

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Well, yeah but you're a special case.

@Skallagrim

Probably one of the very few people here to come from MYB, aside from Guru.

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I'd like everyone who is willing, to help. The only way to build a community is to help people enter it. Everyone should remember the first tenative steps into the arena.

@Skallagrim

A bunch of godmodding and auto-hitting.

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Fun fact...

I love reading Valucre character sheets.

Hahaha, it would have come down to, was his defense actually legal? Could he, in fact, have actually caused the explosion? If so, then to me, that would be legal. You'd have to deal with what happened between your vacuum, his explosion, and then continue with your fire(or axe it, in favor of not having an explosion to the face). xD

Personally, I tend to work at levels that don't involve vacuums, or anything like that. xD

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How long had he been running? This damned area had little in the way of time-telling method, not even in the Beast families scent factors. The method was known as the Olubezza, a method of turning the scent receptors up to a rather high amount, and sniffing out the minute changes in smell associate with the amount of present sunrays, moonbeams, or any other factor. Time here, it seemed, literally did not exist.

As he was slowing down, about to turn down his sensitive receptors, before a strange smell assaulted and knocked him unconcious, which was known to happen when the Beasts thought they could roam freely with it ramped all the way up, he caught the whiff of something not... natural.

Someone was here, and they were trying to hide. That meant only one of two things, they were a predator, or they precieved themselves as prey. Fruzio let his receptors go back down to normal levels, marking the scent in the glands just behind his nose. Perhaps subconsciously, he thought back to the lionmen of his world, and how they hide before striking - he would not fall victim like his cousin Werl had so long ago.

Fingers gripping halfway down the shaft of his spear, he began to move slowly. His heightened strength and the almost abnormal fluid silence of his steps helped him move into a protective stance. Even before moving, his body was capable of several things, enhanced hearing and smell, somehwat enhanced sight, and a respectable level of taste. His body lacked defense, but his strength was nothing to shake a stick at, nor his speed and reflexes on the move.

Now that he was in danger of being attacked by this unknown source of smell, whatever it belonged too, he had to adequately prepare himself.

The physical Novas determined they could utilize things called steps to open up a world of offensive and defensive capabilities. They weren't always classified by the classic definition of steps, but by actions taken. Fruzio had four possible moves from his first step, which he was now executing. The steps were simple, but what they could do from them was anything but. With his first step, he could enhance his strength or speed, execute an attack, or ward off a somewhat weak attack. With enough steps, he could even attack incorporeal beings, or defend against magic.

With no outlying reason to use any of the steps he could activate now, he calmly continued to move around in a left to right circle, letting his body slowly turn towards the scent.

If anyone is here, you can come out. I mean you know harm, but would like to know what you're doing on the path opened from one multiverse to another.