Schradinger

Nobody's Battlerama!

I'm definitely interested, seeing as how the multiverse appears to have died.

I've only looked over the Elaine Elendall bio thus far, but she seems a good match for David Smith. Or an unarmored tier 4 Bloodshot. I'm posting on my phone right now and about to head to bed, so links to bios will have to wait until tomorrow, but I wanted to officially throw my gauntlet down before heading off.

All the king's men.

Posted. Apologies for any errors you may find. I had to write it from my phone. >_<

All the king's men.

Gorecrow indeed. It had been easier than she'd thought, getting him to divulge so much of how he worked, and after only minutes of knowing each other. True, a team needed trust and reliance on one another, but he had almost been too willing to indulge her. Like he wanted to prove something to them. Perhaps he wasn't as self-assured as he let on. Very often she had found that it was the things people didn't say, the words that slipped between the cracks, that told you the most about them.

She took the bottle and placed it on the table in front of her as he re-sheathed his weapons, then turned to the soldier to answer his question. "Hawk has told me no more than he has you. I may be His apprentice, but he knows the value of limiting information." It wasn't a lie, at least not a direct one. The words were entirely true, but designed to mislead. Hawk may not have told her anything of it, but she had seen enough documents and overheard enough whispered words to cobble together a rough guess as to their mission and its objective. Had she been in charge, she would not be sending a brand new team out on an actual mission like this, but then if she was in charge, there would have been no team to begin with.

accepting all challengers

What happens to the characters in this thread doesn't have any bearing on their status in future RP's. every single one of our characters could die here and still be used elsewhere tomorrow. Dragging him to hell isn't necessary in order for you to use him again.

If you'd like, I'd be willing to help you better outline his abilities and give them more definitive strengths and weaknesses. Vagueness in a profile almost never helps in a fight (as evidenced by how Arty handled your magic, since I was basically taking blind shots in the dark as to how it worked and how much damage it could do against Arty's own abilities).

accepting all challengers

The only thing Arty needed footing for is the shove off the ground to flip Adrian on his side, and that would be before the tremor hit him. After that, his feet aren't even on the ground. He's laying on his side on top of Adrian's left wing, and he's latched onto him with his power, so his grip there won't be affected. Sure, it'll jostle him, but not enough to cause damage or affect his actions.

accepting all challengers

I'm also not sure how you expect a tremor in the ground to damage Arty or alter what I wrote in my post.

accepting all challengers

You mean the shockwave? I was assuming it hadn't reached me yet since my entire post takes place in less than a second. I can edit in something addressing it though if you'd prefer.

That and I didn't want to compound Drall's death sentence any more than I already had to...

Practice Duel

He stood at one end of the alley, left hand in the pocket of his dark blue dress pants, which matched the suit coat and vest he also wore, and the other holding a glass filled with an alcoholic beverage. An almost completely alcoholic beverage, in fact. So much so that it would have been toxic to anyone else that might drink it. To David it simply gave his throat an odd tingling sensation as it went down, just shy of a burning feeling. Good stuff.

He stood there, hand in pocket and hand on glass, simply observing the alley before him. There was no one else in it, but he had been told he could find someone here, someone that needed a lesson in manners. He'd never considered himself much of a teacher, or had much regard for manners, but today he decided he'd make an exception. He couldn't say why, maybe it was nagging feeling at the back of his mind or maybe he had just gotten tired of outmaneuvering politicians, but today he felt like he needed a good scrap. It had been far too long since he'd had one of those. All the way back in that weird maze-prison and the free-for-all whose conclusion he couldn't quite recall for some reason.

Regardless of why he was here, the important part was that he was, and so now he simply stood and waited for this mysterious mannerless being to arrive.

accepting all challengers

Alright Drall, it's your post.

accepting all challengers

He could feel the energy gathering around the other man, then feel it darting toward his own body and beginning to coalesce into something much more sinister than armor. It surrounded him entirely, giving Arty no way out, even had he wanted to disengage his target. That was the first mistake. Never remove all hope. Always leave a way out, even if that way is too small to actually be exploited. When you didn't, your opponent had nothing left to lose and there was no longer any reason to hold back, which meant that Adrian was in for a hell of a lot of hurt. As fast as he could think to form the spikes, Arty thought faster. Before they had even begun to visibly coalesce, a second burst of energy was sent into Adrian's body, this one potent enough that his grounded status would be irrelevant. The energy simply wouldn't be able to get out of his body fast enough, and this time Arty focused it, sending it straight to the other man's vital organs instead of rampaging aimlessly through his body. Not only would it stop his heart and seize his lungs, but his brain would be pumped full of so much electricity it would literally flash-boil itself from the sheer heat being generated. At least, that's what it would do unless he could muster some sort of nano-second defense to prevent it.

He wasn't finished though, and when he caught sight of the grenade rolling up to their right side, he pushed off the ground with his right foot and pulled Adrian onto his side from his previously face-down position, landing on top of the other man's left wing. Not only would this expose the nephilim's face and chest to the full force of the grenade's detonation, but it would also shield Arty himself from the explosion. With all his energy already focused behind him and on Arty, the other man had almost no chance of foiling both the electrical attack and the grenade's explosion.

If he did somehow manage to survive the next half second however, as well as retain the mental fortitude to continue his spike attack, Arty would feel a compression around his wrists, but little more than that. With all the energy coursing through his hands and into the other man at that moment, their durability would be far higher than any haphazard attempt at a counterattack would be able to overcome, though the spikes were another matter. If those managed to keep coming, they'd shred his jacket and the shirt beneath with ease, and continue on to puncture the skin and muscle beneath. Those that hit bone would be stopped dead, likely before they actually touched the bone itself, and even those that didn't wouldn't make it more than an inch into his flesh. Even so, it would no doubt hurt like hell if he had been capable of normal feeling, and even with his lack of sensitivity to pain, the discomfort alone would be immense.