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Yep. When he can drag himself away from Wrasslin.
Lol. I would have run the NoW with my little one so he can't use that as an excuse.
So, after my brawl with Melon. I suppose @Rilla we can get down to business before the season begins. Also you're running the WotW right?. We'll need to find someone to run another tourney since the NoW is no longer being run.
By altering the gravitational pull, Skallagrim hovered above the cage. He would use it to form kinetic drives to use as weapons against the ships above him. Using his own energies would have been quicker, but the effects of the dampeners still hindered his power output. Drawing from the electromagnetic lines of the planet he currently stood he would be able to strike back at the Angar-Ryllans above.

Above a shimmering light appeared, a streak racing down at incredible speeds. Tendrils of energy swirled around Skallagrim as he reached out seeking to understand. Was it a weapon? Perhaps a single thermos-nuclear device, perhaps a neutron device a weapon, in theory, that would kill all life and leave a majority of the structures standing. However both weapons were energy, and Dreamers can manipulate and control energy so that made no sense.

The impact wobbled the floating cage beneath him, a tidal ripple that denoted an incredible kinetic exchange not far off. Still tracing the energies Skallagrim paused, there was something familiar, something both ancient and young intertwined. Scanning with rapidity the Dreamer accessed the dark records until he settled on the familiar signatures. One was the Fireen and the other . . . was that of an Ascended.

Suddenly a surge of power as energy cascaded towards him, an impressive outlay that cleared a path between the two. A voice, resolute and echoing filled the air.

“SKALLAGRIM, WE’LL HAVE AN END TO THINGS YOU AND I!”

“So it would seem.” Remarked the Dreamer as he floated a little higher and towards the shoreline. Behind him, the cage malformed, twisting into tightly rolled lances a uniform 3-meters in length. Had the Angar-Ryllan’s devised a plot where this man, what was the name? Fury? Yes, Fury, that was it. That they would use this Fury as a weapon to either kill or distract the Dreamer from striking back at them?

10-meters from shore, the Dreamer stared down the long, wide expanse that separated the two. The energy used to create the pathway was immense, nearly on par with the Dreamers own. This would prove to be a tough fight, not to mention the very opportunistic Angar-Ryllans whose tendencies to strike when they felt it safe must not be discounted.
I will post shortly, busy with the boy at the moment. I suppose since Vordy has not posted I will finish my hamsting move and place myself to be killed by Empty.
“You have been found guilty of crimes against the Empire. You shall be executed by the Prime Executioner in a manner most foul.” Absalom said as he stepped back towards a doorway. The walls around the two hummed slightly with negatively ionized particles.

“May the Empress have mercy on you soul.” The inquisitor said as he stepped out of the room. Skallagrim felt the surge of power, adjusting his vision he began scanning through the EM spectrum until he found what he was looking for. Weaving the galdhr with deft precision, the heavy anti-matter locks holding the cell in place clicked with a resonating sound.

Behind the heavy door, Absalom swore as he punched the toggle to open the door, as expected it did not.

“Lord Inquisitor, it seems that he is trying to disengage the locks.”

“Flood the room with anti-matter, now!”

It was too late, the heavy sealed room detached from the space station. These cages, designed to hold some of the most violent and brutal species in the known universe, was now free of the matter/anti-matter couplings that held it in place. Floating free it bounced gently against the hull of the space station.

“Lord Inquisitor, we are detecting an energy spike. The cage is moving under power towards the planet.”

Smashing his fist into the hull, Absalom cursed softly as he watched the cell begin a powered descent to the planet below.

“All ships fire. Burn the cage and the animal within.”

At that moment, hundreds of particle and energy weapons fired upon the cage. Within the cage, Skallagrim chuckled as he began drawing the high energy bursts into the swirling sphere around himself and the cage, boosting the speed of the cage and allow a greater degree of control to the man inside.

A thunderous boom echoed across the skies as the heavy boxy cage raced along at Mach speeds, lowering every thousand feet a mile until it skimmed the treetops of the world. With a tremendous impact, the cage splashed into a fresh water lake. As the hissing metal cube floated, the various animals that had been around the lake fled, all except the small hominids who stayed in the trees watching. With a sudden loud explosive pop, the roof flew off. Skallagrim clambered out of the cage, standing on the edges, amethyst glowing eyes looking skyward.
Melonhead has beaten LeeRoy, I have beaten Rilla. Not all fights result in death. ImportantNobody has been beaten many times. I killed DJAtomika once.
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Target date is December, however, it needs more fights.

I'm also moving on the 14th, so I may not be here


Alright brother. Happy Thanksgiving to your family.
In the deeps of space, in a box made of liquid metal, lay a skeletal being. The box lay in the center of the ravaged husk of a space station. Surrounding the space station a veritable armada of warships, their array of weapons directed at the space station. Far below it, a dark planet twisted and burned spun silently.

Skallagrim stirred, slowly sitting up as the energy dampeners shut down and fell off. Before him, the armored form of an Angar-Ryllan Inquisitor stood silently. Molded armor designed to impress and frighten failed to do so as the skeletal from stood.

“I am Inquisitor Absalom. I am here to judge you, Dreamer. Be aware, your magiks will not work in this place.”

Skallagrim lowered his head a moment as he stared at the man, slightly taller than the Dreamer, and with considerable bulk. Most likely it was the BROOD armored suit that members of the clergy wore.

“Are you sure of that Inquisitor?” The tone ominous as a spark of energy emanated from the fingers of the skeletal being. Slowly the chamber illuminated in the amethyst light.

Startled but persistent, Absalom flipped back the cossack, revealing an ornate mace of considerable heft. “I have my mace Dreamer while I do not possess the raw power you do, I am sure I can lay waste to your mistaken belief of supremacy.”

“Indeed? If that is the case, why do I sense several dozen warships within 10,000 kilometers of our present position?”

Absalom stepped back slightly as he realized that the passive powers of the Dreamer allowed him to determined the number and distances of the warships that safeguarded the Inquisitor.

“Be that as it may. I am here to pass judgment upon you, Dreamer. Today you shall be held accountable for your transgressions against the Imperium of the Angar-Rylla. “

“Yet you leave me with my armor and weapons? Do you think that is wise?”

Clearing his throat Absalom stood debating a moment. This was not going the way it was supposed to. The Dreamer should be trembling in fear, should be begging for his life. He was wearing BROOD armor, his visage should have been terrifying to the Dreamer, yet Absalom felt he was slowly losing control. That he and the fleet outside were nothing more than a nuisance to the creature before him.

Anger cracked in his voice as he launched a wicked backhand, augmented by cybernetic muscles, that knocked Skallagrim to the floor. “You will learn Dreamer, I have power here, not you!”

Skallagrim chuckled as he stood, “Of course you do.”
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