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2 yrs ago
Current I play both sides so that I always lose.
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2 yrs ago
Can your Father still claim you if the Mail Man delivered you?
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3 yrs ago
I challenge you to a game of Paradox Billiards Vostroyan Roulette Forth Dimentional Hypercube Chess Strip Poker!!!
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3 yrs ago
So I realized that the highest honor anyone can get is not to get a Nobel Peace prize, nor getting your name taught throughout history. It's being made into an Anime Character with giant boobs.
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3 yrs ago
So where do I go after Elysium? I just made it through after beating a Chad-dude and his giant burly friend with horns at a break dancing contest.

Bio

About me:
I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)

I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.

I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).

PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)

The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.

Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.

Most Recent Posts

So how long ago was the first outbreak from the start of the RP?

Like is it possible for there to be an old character from the World before the infection?
Academy of Noble Arms - A New Dawn


In the twilight of World War II, a mysterious power surfaced among select humans. This power, the Noble Arm, was the ability to conjure up a paranormal weapon that can defy the laws of physics, a weapon innate in the user's mind and summoned by their will into reality. For reasons that are still unexplainable despite years of research, Noble Arms only take the form of weapons and arms from before the First World War, however, despite the antiquity of these forms, the power they bear is unlike anything modern technology has been able to produce.

The ability to manipulate the elements to the user's will.

Forces that can reduce matter down to atoms in seconds.

Or manifest large war machines that can siege entire countries.

All of these powers, and more wondrous and terrifying abilities, come with Noble Arms. Thus, the ones who bear them, the Arms Masters, are sought after by countries all around the world. Where once the strength of a country was decided by the technological strength of its Army, it is now judged by the power of its Arms Masters.

But this state of affairs has produced sadness and strife; the world was not prepared for the possibility of superhumans, people who just by existing, challenge the notion of equality between men. And so Arms Masters and Normal Humans live in an uneasy state of coexistence, with radicals on both sides wishing to shatter the peace and dominate one another.

Focus now on the Valle Del Sol Noble Arms Academy. Based in Arizona in the United States, Valle Del Sol is an international school known for many things, a long and rich history of being a Weapons and Explosive test range. This wasn't much of a surprise with many Academy's that have a long history, as once Noble Arms started to appear in the world, the American government was quick to start corralling people toward various bases.

After some time, they started to produce results, and most came out as quite exceptional. Yet slowly as the years went by, the school faded into obscurity as scandals started appearing about the school being used for many terrible things. Some say it was used as a testing zone to see how to kill Noble Arms Masters effectively, others say it was a place to try and take away Noble Arms entirely, while others believe it was used to try and force a Noble Arm manifestation on people without them. Yet nothing came to light about any of this, and with such a bad reputation it was only a matter of time Valle Del Sol was to disappear.

With this Valle Del Sol started lowering the scholarship requirements to allow others who had been disenfranchised and of the lower class to even be able to enroll, many of whom normally are unable to enroll in an Arms Masters Academy, to enroll. Yet this made its image even worst as many new scandals came out: Valle Del Sol has become a Crime Lord's den. Crime rates, drug trafficking, and many other reports had increased since this change had been made, and at this point, Valle Del Sol might have finally kicked the bucket.

However, this year, something had changed; the director has suddenly passed away and a new one has taken his place. This new Director was driven, determined, and powerful. He has announced that he would be remaking this Academy into a first-rate school and producer of Arms Masters around the world. Later it was announced that Valle Del Sol is participating in the Noble Arms Summit - an international meet for all Arms Masters, and the main event is the Noble Arms Summit Student Tournament.

















In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: Annya @princess, Kharne @Kazemitsu, Raven @Tae, Saorise @Potter
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a new Steel Targe
Weapon(s):
A new Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.



Ismael was quite pleased with his findings, he found everything he wanted, and honestly, Kharne didn't seem to look at it with incredulous eyes, so that meant he must have done something right by this World's standards. Kharne did bring up a good point though, Ismael needed to work his arms, not to gain more strength because of him being weak, but because he isn't used to holding such weapons. So the muscle groups needed to really be effective weren't as targeted as his other muscles which he trained for either knife work, Gunmanship, and all sorts of other forms of combat of his time. Here they used swords and shields, which have muscle groups differently needed. Yet Ismael thinks he'll be able to handle it, after all, Ismael isn't a slouch.

Kharne then spoke again, now pointing out that with talking to Annya over the strange bracelet that he knows where are, as with a swift turn Kharne began to lead the way. Ismael didn't really think to say much, after all, where they were going meant that they will be finding food, and that is honestly the thing Ismael wants. Rations can fill you, but Ismael already served his time to the Military, he wished for some real food. And with Kharne's steady pace, they were able to meet up with the girls before they went too hard on the alcohol.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: Kharne @Kazemitsu
Armor:
None
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.



Ismael watched Kharne speak into his wrist and was slightly astonished that communications were so easy in one regard but also feels so outdated in others. Maybe it was to make the lives of some people easier while keeping others down. But who truly knows? Yet once Kharne hung up he switched back to Ismael and still wished to continue the conversation on spinning. Ismael watch Kharne move, his swings were fast, and his blade work was actually quite solid, his strength wasn't the only thing that kept him alive. Ismael knew what he was gonna say though, it was obvious that they both had a different philosophy on the idea. Sure Ismael was in agreeance that spinning is a bad habit to have, yet the thing that Ismael seemed mostly on about was the fact that many techniques, with both Hand-to-Hand and sword styles, use some form of spin or turning to not only create greater force but also as a way to maneuver around attacks.

Yet this was not a fight for today, that'll probably be something they will need to work past on a later date. Ismael did have some interest in what Kharne has to offer, after all, it would probably be some skill that would be useful against much larger foes, like those trolls. Yet either way, next to come was something Ismael knew was gonna be the thing he wanted the most, armor. A weapon is fantastic, yet armor to keep your squishy bits intact was essential, especially with hundreds of diseases and other illnesses that he doesn't even know exist or not. A wound could be a death sentence here, so Ismael wished to have kept those fears at bay by making sure his body wasn't even in the line of fire.

The walk over was easy, Ismael never needed to look far, after all, being tall made it easy to see over others, and with Kharne being his guide, Ismael had no worry on losing him in this city. As once they entered the armorer, Ismael's eyes scanned the entire inventory, Ismael wished for a few things, mobility, defense, and lastly a little bit of style. Ismael knew he was a larger man and had carried around gear for hours that was far too heavy for any sane man to carry, but that was the Military for you.

Ismael immediately gravitated to something very similar to the gear the US Military would give their troops. A strong and protective armor for the chest and head, and the armor for the rest of his body would be second. Yet Ismael knew he needed to protect a few other parts of his body in case of different attacks, the next part would be his Forearms and Calves, he knew he wished to keep them protected, those were important and if either takes an injury, that could spell death in a close-range engagement. So he wished to get heavier leather there and some metal plating yet wished to have anywhere metal met metal would be covered in leather to dampen the noise created. Ismael wanted Metal on his armor, steel at that, yet he wished to keep it as minimal as possible, as the clattering of gear could make you found when you try to move in silence.

Soon Ismael's eyes landed on exactly what he was looking for. Like it was hand-picked to best suit everything he wished, a set of Steel Half Plate. Not only did it give him protection in every place he wanted, but also it would give him enough mobility and flexibility when it is time to fight. The one thing Ismael slightly disliked was the large red head-dressing the helmet has. It would probably be a large hazard that would make it very easy to grab and take control of, yet Ismael thought it looked so cool.

Ismael is more than pleased with the armor, the only problem is that the armor would need to get made to his size, Ismael wasn't as large as the tower Kharne was, but Ismael wasn't the size of the average man. Well, that's what Ismael thought, until the Smith started pulling out all sorts of different pieces of leather armor for different sizes, as he started combining different pieces together to fit Ismael, as the ordeal took a bit of time, but ended up with Ismael being fitted with the armor he wanted that day. Well most of it, the metal parts need to be fitted a little more so they'll need to grab it later. But the leather armor and gambeson are all fitted to him. Now all Ismael needs to do is grab a shield. Ismael's immediate thoughts ran to a buckler, it's light, easy to maneuver, and easy to replace.

Yet he thought about something, What if I need to grab something? The buckler would then need to be dropped so Ismael started looking at the other shields. Many were far too heavy to fit his exact wants, some took too much hand room, and some were just too cumbersome. Honestly, it got to the point Ismael thought about putting some heavier metal on his left hand to take the blows until something struck him. He remembered during one of their trips down to Africa, they were given spears and shields as a gift of friendship. That's when someone began just spouting nonsense for hours about his Scottish heritage, which reminded Ismael of the Scottish Targe. Normally in that same hand, they would hold both a dagger and the Shield. So Ismael started looking, as now knowing what to look for made his search much easier, as asking for some quick guidance showed him to his destination. Ismael found the shield he was looking for, a Steel Targe that had room for his hand in gloves. But still allowed him to move it back to rest on his wrist and forearm fully to allow his hand to be completely free.

Ismael was more than pleased with his time here, he found exactly what he wanted, and honestly, he thought he'd look pretty cool in his armor and weapons. Who knows, maybe he was meant to be a Knight? Well, such ideas are for a different time, Ismael takes up his newfound gear for Kharne to pay for it.

Tarak


Location: Xuanzang’s Infirmary
Interaction: Maria @The Jest, Narvia @Landaus Five-One and everyone else in the infirmary.
Mention:




Tarak had sat through the mind scan without much of a fuss. He knew Maria would find nothing, after all, what did he have to hide from her? Yet orders are orders, and Tarak didn't want to have fingers pointed at him about certain things. Yet the person in here with him seemed to have been someone he knew was clean the moment they walked in, Narvia. Honestly, she could not hide a thing for the life of her, and her being here so early showed how honest she was. Narvia called to Tarak and asked him a very simple question, as he responded with, "How am I doing?" Tarak had always natural repeated questions to him that seem to have multiple different answers, "I am doing alright, everything that happened at the Bazaar was shit luck. But hey, All of us made it out okay". Tarak gave a slight shrug when he said that he knew they made it, but other than that it just sucks. As Tarak turned and asked Narvia, "How about yourself Narvia?"

Once Tarak was cleared, he was about to leave until Maria wanted him to stay to keep watch of what is happening. Tarak moved Alan to another bed and made sure he was okay, Alan seemed to be in a deep sleep. Maybe a little while later Millard and Iris came in with someone who looked like someone Tarak never saw. Tarak was about to ask until he saw how Iris was holding her, that was someone she knew, so it had to be Amy. At first, Tarak was going to stay and check what is going on, but then Tarak saw a look in Iris' eye. He knew that she lost something so Tarak set his hand on Maria's shoulder and said quietly to her, "We should go. We'll ask what happened later. Iris will want to be alone".

Tarak knew what that look meant, she just lost a loved one. Sure Amy and her didn't know each other for too long, but they seemed to have gotten close quickly, so something might have happened yet that wasn't something for him to figure out right now. Right now they needed to leave so Iris can have some time to herself.

~~~==Finally in the Present==~~~
Location: Xuanzang, Tarak's Room


Tarak had spent his time to the Carb Nebula in peace. He wished to have stayed in this peace for a while longer, sure most had some form of struggle, yet most Tarak tried to assist with seemed not to wish to open up at this moment. That obviously meant he wasn't the one to help, he did still talk to people as he could. The punishment passed down by Joey was something of a slap on the wrist, but most were so upset by it that they seemed to have made it harder to really keep people together. Many tried to cheat the system, others verbally berated Joey, but Tarak? He didn't care. Honestly for Tarak, this seemed like such a light punishment that he was surprised that this was a crucial point for some, the rations are far better than what was given while under the Acendancies care. Yet if this is the hill they wish to die on, Tarak wasn't the one to try and bring them under control. There are multiple leadership figures who should be doing it, honestly, if this was a test to see who is disciplined, this is Tarak's own test to see how competent their leadership structure is.

Tarak had led many child soldiers he knows what you need to do, so it isn't a matter if Tarak could, this was to see if their new leadership can actually lead. Or are they just as Rag Tag as he thought they'd be. However, in any regard, Tarak lived mostly relaxed, having more free time made it much easier to make the repairs needed on his gear. Also preparing his manners, after all, the people who will be entering the ship will be 'nobility'. Tarak leaned back as he thought, I should be the ship's Weapon Repairman. We'll need it, and honestly sound fun. Tarak shrugged as he pushed himself out of his seat and got up, he needed to clean himself up before he meets their new crew members.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.




Ismael messed with the sword more as he listened to Kharne. As when Kharne spoke of what to worry about when using a blade, Ismael almost laughed, 'Edge alignment? What does he think I am? A child?' Ismael let a smirk come onto his face as Kharne continued to speak. Kharne's advice was still quite useful though, after all, he would have not thought about a shield immediately, and Ismael realized that maintenance was gonna be a real killer. Of course, Ismael wants to learn how to maintain his weapons, yet blacksmithing is not something you can do while on the move and preparing for war. So making sure your gear doesn't get too damaged is much more important.

The next part that left Kharne's mouth did give him a quick sense of what kind of man he is, threatening. Yet what was stated was slightly silly, he seemed to dislike the act of spinning. Ismael let out an involuntary laugh once the sentence left Kharne's mouth, "Pp-ph, I'm assuming you are talking about excessive spinning. Yeah no, I hear ya there". That put Ismael into a good mood, it was not what he expected to leave Kharne's mouth when he tried to look as serious as possible. Honestly, it was really funny especially because Ismael used a spinning back Kick to kill the Troll, he knows high amounts of spinning can leave you exhausted and tired, yet there are times when it can create greater torque and momentum to deliver more devastating hits. He just Assumes Kharne is speaking of when using a sword, and that can make sense not to.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.




Ismael listened to Kharne, he knew he would be quite knowledgeable, yet to this extent was a bit of a surprise. Ismael knew those who took up the blade would hone their weapon of choice then go down a fine list of others to best expose themselves to the ideas of each and how to fight them. Ismael saw exceptional form and skill from Kharne and was more than satisfied with the information. Ismael nodded and watched with great interest as he witnessed Kharne display moves and skills that truly did help with the decision-making.

Once Kharne finished, Ismael much more knew what he wanted and what he was looking for. Something with enough reach to deal with something like a troll without sacrificing all the benefits of armor trumping, and the accuracy of a smaller weapon. Ismael took up the longsword again as he practiced a few strikes and some of the techniques shown as he thought.

He now started basing his choice upon the idea of what has a higher chance of being dropped upon the battlefield. Spears, swords, and knives were the first things that he thought of. After all, one is a weapon hailed as one of the best weapons, then knives are always fantastic backup weapons. The sword, may they be long, short, or anywhere in-between he knew people would use them, but he knew very little on how to use swords. After a minute of deliberation within his mind, Ismael said while holding up and gesturing to the sword in his hand, "I think I'll be getting this one".
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.




Ismael watched as both Annya and Kharne talk, Ismael used this moment to get more of a feel for each person. Annya seemed like she was trying her hardest to try and make them feel comfortable and most accepting of the situation. Kharne on the other hand is trying to prepare them the best he could for the situation they are in. Ismael appreciated that there were people on both sides, which means that it would be much easier to keep both people prepared but also keep them from feeling so out of it that they succumb to mental turmoil. However what came next was Ismael's favorite time, exploring.

As Kharne and Ismael walked, Ismael inspected the things around him in pure interest in what is here. He did his best to not look like a traveler, he inspected a few things and moved on, comparing things and asking the prices of a few things here and there. He wished to also get a simple gauge of the currency system and how much is worth of it. After a bit, they made it to a Blacksmith to get some gear for him. Ismael witnessed Kharne soften up, it seemed to be in a blacksmith shop makes him feel at ease. It makes sense, Ismael felt the exact same in a gun shop, relaxed and enjoying the view. The love of weapons never fell upon deft ears, no matter where you went.

Yet they weren't here just to enjoy the weapons, Ismael needed to find a weapon, Ismael said to Kharne before he went over to start trying them, "Well, let's see if I can find anything I like. I'm more of a gun guy." Ismael expected no guns in this world, after all, magic just seemed like the equivalent to a gun in this world. Well, it matters how long it takes to master magic, but either way, Ismael started his search of a weapon. His search did take quite a bit of time, he wasn't one to know the ins and outs of melee weapons, he wasn't the most well versed in this but he knew what felt right.

Ismael moved from weapon to weapon, trying larger and smaller ones. He started with weapons far too large, and far too small, as he showed some of his skills with some very specific weapons: daggers, spears, and shorter swords. He did try other weapons as well, yet most didn't really fit his feeling, well all but one. Longer bladed swords, Ismael seemed to have quite a bit of a feel for two-handed blades, ranging from the more European style to more single-edged curved blades, yet his skills seemed lower than his other weapons, yet seemed to also be mulling something over in his head: I wonder what weapon would be the most efficient for me to use? Sure a spear is a fantastic weapon, yet facing off against many different foes in different circumstances such as enclosed spaces and the other such would make it were maybe having a spear-like that would be a bad move. But also the same could be said about a larger sword. But the uses against armored opponents would be nice, but then why not just use a halberd?.

Ismael looked to Kharne and thought why not ask the man who lived by the blade all his like his input on the situation, "Hey Big Man, I was wondering which one of these do you think would be the better choice? I'm in a bit of a pickle in determining which one would I want to take up".
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.




Once Ismael felt the Troll fall he flicked over to the other troll to witness it rise and get impaled by a tree. Ismael started breathing in slowly as the lightning on him slowly disappeared. Ismael looked over to Annya to see her get up, as he sighed in some relief as she didn't seem too messed up. However the thing that excited Ismael was that they were leaving the forest of terrible things and monsters. This was not Ismael's first time being in a port city, the cries of birds, the laughter of children, the clattering and movement of people and larger vehicles, and the smell of the sea. Sure a few things here and there were different, like carts are replacing cars, and the ships only have sails, yet it feels more like a port in a 3rd world country rather than in a first world country. The bustle of people trying to sell goods, the children running about every now and again one looked like they are eyeing them up like a potential pickpocket target. Ismael feels like he never left earth.

Once the reached their inn, Ismael's first reaction was to slowly take notice of his surroundings, first what was near the inn, then who normally frequented the inn, then what was the actual upkeep on the inn. Ismael wanted to be sure that where he was, wasn't an obvious den of scum. As once they had rooms they all waited as Annya left to get somethings. Ismael was happy Annya bought an extra room for the Girls, it would allow for some sense of normality. After all, there was so much that happened that something as simple as your own bed could make someone much more comfortable. Ismael was relaxing he had a much more simple time with his upkeep than he was normally used to. After all, he had nothing really to worry about. But still he needed to make sure he was alright still, so Ismael took off his boots to check his feet, trench foot is a killer that can find anyone who doesn't even notice. And in a new world with his understanding of how far their knowledge had came in certain regards, he wished not to lose a foot to shoes that he didn't trust in yet, And socks are gonna be a real killer based on how much would it cost to get such things. Yet he was also worried about that move he did against that Troll, it was an effective move, yet he was worried his body might be feeling it soon as that was quite a bit of exertion on himself and that kick could have messed him up more than he realized it. Yet after he inspected himself he was happy to see he preformed that well.

Ismael grabbed a bit of his food and ate as he waited for them to start doing something, now was time for rest, so Ismael would do just that. As a little while later Annya made it back and suggesting that they did some shopping, Ismael wasn't against it. Getting equipment would be a big help, after all, he wished not to fight with his fist forever. Ismael had also an intrest in shopping with Kharne, would he be much more of a stick in the mud, or is he able to know when to play.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: 10 am
Location: Jungle
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.




Ismael couldn't find his moment, his weapon was his fist and he wasn't a bastion of strength. He was strong, but he didn't have the confidence to try and run in with anything other than his wits and strength. As all he could do is watch, he felt in his chest something in him started calling out. A frustration within him that called for him to do something. He's just here watching 2 people dying to protect him, but what is he to do? His mind races as his heart start pumping.

Unbeknownst to him, however, something did answer his feelings. His eyes sparked for a moment as then he heard the voice of Shae. He turned to her as she spoke, her words told enough to him, she seemed to have accessed her power, as he saw her throw blades of fire. His eyes followed them as he realized at that moment, 'Shae seemed to have been in great stress, a heightened moment where she found great power'. So Ismael knew that their power needed some kind of intense trigger, so he had to try something to maybe unlock his power, maybe, just maybe, he can get the strength to fight. He took a breath in and focused, if frustration and excitement are needed to unlock the powers, he'll need to try and force himself to not stay calm, he'll need to listen to his instincts.

Ismael's eyes flew open and locked onto the monster that is attacking Annya. Ismael took a low stance as he rushed it, he went into a full dash knowing that the beast is too occupied with Annya and the knives flying into its face to make a notice of him at that moment. Right when Ismael came within the range he knew he could hit, Ismael takes one last leap landing on his left leg in a long jump, trying to generate as much power into his shot. Once his leg lands, he twists his body bringing himself from his half landing pose to a more erect position, as he twists his full body into a more spinning motion to transfer all of the momentum and energy into a full-powered spinning back kick aiming straight to the groin and lower stomach area of the Troll.

Within that moment a spark ignited from his eyes as this blue lightning started flowing from them it started covering his entire body. When the kick comes to the moment of impact is when the lightning across his body began to flow and focus towards his leg and then his foot, almost as if a lightning bolt was about to strike.
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