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I'm down for a ranked match. Unpowered or Powered is fine with me. The character is in the Characters tab.
Nicoli, in a lot of pain, was not enjoying this fight like he had been mere moments ago, before he had been badly burned. He took the brief moment of respite to analyze the situation and he had to admit that it was not looking good for him. He would have to make some sort of game changing difference, or flee.
He watched as the horrific creature came running out of the fire despite the powerful explosion. What’s more is that as soon as he heard his opponents claw connect with the roof above him he knew what was going to happen and he knew what he needed to do. He through a smoke bomb down at his feet, letting the dark grey fog spread out thirty feet all around him and obscure him inside.
He didn’t need to see to know what to do next, despite the pain his burn hand grabbed at his pouch once again and this time he threw an adhesive gel out roughly eight feet in front of him, if the skeleton ran across it, it would at the very least slow him down if not trip him up and stop him completely.
He didn’t have the energy to try and run he decided, not without risking more damage to his body. So, he turned in the direction he knew the Cat-Demon would be coming from and hefted his long sword up, point first and braced it with his body, and his body against the wall. He felt as the knife dick deep into his already burned arm, piercing the muscle of his bicep with ease. If the creature was set on blindly rushing him he would find the long sword thrusted out and up into him.
He watched as the horrific creature came running out of the fire despite the powerful explosion. What’s more is that as soon as he heard his opponents claw connect with the roof above him he knew what was going to happen and he knew what he needed to do. He through a smoke bomb down at his feet, letting the dark grey fog spread out thirty feet all around him and obscure him inside.
He didn’t need to see to know what to do next, despite the pain his burn hand grabbed at his pouch once again and this time he threw an adhesive gel out roughly eight feet in front of him, if the skeleton ran across it, it would at the very least slow him down if not trip him up and stop him completely.
He didn’t have the energy to try and run he decided, not without risking more damage to his body. So, he turned in the direction he knew the Cat-Demon would be coming from and hefted his long sword up, point first and braced it with his body, and his body against the wall. He felt as the knife dick deep into his already burned arm, piercing the muscle of his bicep with ease. If the creature was set on blindly rushing him he would find the long sword thrusted out and up into him.
This may have been covered and I missed it. But, during a ranked match our tourney what is the maximum alloted time to post before you can just finish the fight?
I wouldn't mind digging in and having a ranked match or two.
I don't really care if I win or lose, as long as its fun.
I don't really care if I win or lose, as long as its fun.
'MERICA!!!
Since such powers are permitted than I am inclined to agree with what Skall and Innue have stated.
Don't like it, then don't fight them.
The people that make characters with such power will know that they may not have many contenders because no one wants to deal with their abilities. It's a two way street.
The rest of us can just worry about our own characters and the fights that they are in.
Don't like it, then don't fight them.
The people that make characters with such power will know that they may not have many contenders because no one wants to deal with their abilities. It's a two way street.
The rest of us can just worry about our own characters and the fights that they are in.
As Guardian broke off his attack and rolled backwards Nicoli, seeing no further threat, lowered his arms and sheathed both weapons. It was a pity that Guardian didn’t speak Nicoli lamented, he would love to hear the man’s rebuttal. Yet, that wasn’t the case.
Nicoli wasn’t too disappointed when the man dropped back and recognized when he was being tested and verbally jabbed it. He also recognized that Nicoli had been purely defensive and hadn’t been willing to try and trade blows with him. So, Guardian wasn’t as headstrong and brash as Nicoli had first believed, that was pleasing.
He retracted the 10 foot chain whip that he wore as a mock-belt with his left hand and sent it into a figure eight pattern that covered a quarter of its length, slightly in front and to his left, ready to lash out when the time came. With his right hand he retrieved two throwing daggers; he held one in the palm of his hand and the other between his pointer finger and thumb. Being in no hurry he wanted Guardian to see what he was doing.
Then with one swift motion he threw the first dagger, his hand moving from right to left, then the second dagger when his hand went back the opposite direction. The first dagger was aimed low, at his opponent’s right leg, the second dagger was aimed at the same side but at the right shoulder and followed a moment behind it. In the same moment that the second dagger was thrown his left hand and wrist snapped out sending that long steel chain out back low to try and wrap around Guardians right leg at the ankle.
Nicoli wasn’t too disappointed when the man dropped back and recognized when he was being tested and verbally jabbed it. He also recognized that Nicoli had been purely defensive and hadn’t been willing to try and trade blows with him. So, Guardian wasn’t as headstrong and brash as Nicoli had first believed, that was pleasing.
He retracted the 10 foot chain whip that he wore as a mock-belt with his left hand and sent it into a figure eight pattern that covered a quarter of its length, slightly in front and to his left, ready to lash out when the time came. With his right hand he retrieved two throwing daggers; he held one in the palm of his hand and the other between his pointer finger and thumb. Being in no hurry he wanted Guardian to see what he was doing.
Then with one swift motion he threw the first dagger, his hand moving from right to left, then the second dagger when his hand went back the opposite direction. The first dagger was aimed low, at his opponent’s right leg, the second dagger was aimed at the same side but at the right shoulder and followed a moment behind it. In the same moment that the second dagger was thrown his left hand and wrist snapped out sending that long steel chain out back low to try and wrap around Guardians right leg at the ankle.
In my opion I think some abilities should simply be banned or heavily restricted, as it then it comes down to a pissing contest rather a test of writing ability and being clever.
And as far as magic... well, any good magic (in my opinion) has a heavy drawback for the power. I know not everyone sees it that way. But, something for nothing is...boring.
And as far as magic... well, any good magic (in my opinion) has a heavy drawback for the power. I know not everyone sees it that way. But, something for nothing is...boring.
Blasted undead.
D’Angelo felt the tug on his cloak and his roll was stop as he came out of it, the result was an unceremoniously landing on his arse. Knowing that certain death was behind him his left hand came up and unclasped his dark cloak, at the same time he rolled to the right, careful not to slice himself open on his own weapon.
He came to his knees a moment later, only a few feet from the undead and its dagger. It was at that moment that he saw his opponent’s sword whipping towards them, thrown like some projectile, tumbling through the air in their direction. D’Angelo knew from earlier that there was only one reason that the Cat-Demon would disarm himself.
He gritted his teeth and continued on his retreat, using his upper body to throw himself backwards, rolling away as the sword erupted with far more power than it had last time. The edge of the explosion caught D’Angelo on the right side, burning clothes and skin. He came up, his skin flushed red from first degree burns, one eye was closed tight and blisters were clear on his face.
He let out a violent cough, and despite the massive damage his body took he moved to stand. Even with his training, the pain was immense and a soft grunt escaped followed by a low growl, it was all he could do from screaming out loud. D’Angelo wanted to say something witty, but the heat from the blast had dried his mouth and only a croak came out.
As he came up he realized he was close to the wall of building on the street they had been fighting, so he leaned against it, using his left hand to help support his weight on a barrel as well, his long sword held in his right hand at his side, the corpse of the redead undead creature no doubt burning between the two enemies.
D’Angelo felt the tug on his cloak and his roll was stop as he came out of it, the result was an unceremoniously landing on his arse. Knowing that certain death was behind him his left hand came up and unclasped his dark cloak, at the same time he rolled to the right, careful not to slice himself open on his own weapon.
He came to his knees a moment later, only a few feet from the undead and its dagger. It was at that moment that he saw his opponent’s sword whipping towards them, thrown like some projectile, tumbling through the air in their direction. D’Angelo knew from earlier that there was only one reason that the Cat-Demon would disarm himself.
He gritted his teeth and continued on his retreat, using his upper body to throw himself backwards, rolling away as the sword erupted with far more power than it had last time. The edge of the explosion caught D’Angelo on the right side, burning clothes and skin. He came up, his skin flushed red from first degree burns, one eye was closed tight and blisters were clear on his face.
He let out a violent cough, and despite the massive damage his body took he moved to stand. Even with his training, the pain was immense and a soft grunt escaped followed by a low growl, it was all he could do from screaming out loud. D’Angelo wanted to say something witty, but the heat from the blast had dried his mouth and only a croak came out.
As he came up he realized he was close to the wall of building on the street they had been fighting, so he leaned against it, using his left hand to help support his weight on a barrel as well, his long sword held in his right hand at his side, the corpse of the redead undead creature no doubt burning between the two enemies.
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