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Darashal -NMV

"East it is then. Is there a way for you to talk to me while we're out there?" He begins walking to the exit to begin work on the ship, then stops suddenly. "Oh hold on." He lifts up his left leg, taking off the boot, then does the same with his right. Holding both boots in his hand, he drops them onto the floor with an incredibly loud bang, as each boot weighs about 75 pounds a piece. "There we go, trying to run in sand in those is an absolute nightmare. I've killed eldritch horrors and I would rather deal with them over than sandy boots. Get's all in my toenails and shit." Truly a man with his priorities in order, Maxwell. Makes you wonder, what exactly has he done to make him so nonchalant about slaying horrific beasts, but hate sand so much? Well, I mean, I know, but you don't. Neener neener.

"Anyway, with that taken care of, activate a transmission sensor or open a porthole or something, cause this is gonna be a long trip. Well. Maybe." He walks out of the ship, his feet still thudding heavily on the ship's floor regardless of the boots or not. He still weighs about three thousand pounds anyway.

"Also, hold on tight."

Maxwell exits the ship, stepping onto the hot sand. A lesser (IE: Normal) human would be experiencing heat enough to burn their skin from the sun baked particles under their feet right now, but Maxwell's feet are literally tougher than the strongest leather, so he barely registers it as even being there. Lifting the ship with one arm, straining just a bit, he begins to move under it. "Alright, he said to prop the landing pads and break the wheels huh? Not too hard." Using his other arm, he breaks some of the paneling off of the side of the ship, one for each pad. He sets them under the pads in the appropriate spots, then lowers the ship once more. Crawling under the ship now, he wiggles over to the wheels, then one at a time, grabs them, one handed, and rips them off as if they were paper towels. He crawls back towards the front of the ship, chucks them inside to LeeRoy to hold onto if he needs them, and then licks his finger to check the direction of the wind. LeeRoy said east, so once he determines direction, he grabs the ship, and begins to turn it around, pointing the front of the ship east, the rear, where he is, facing west.

Satisfied with this, he walks back around to the front, grabbing some of the more flexible tubing of the ship as he goes. Once in front, he pokes a couple of holes to thread it through, then connects it to his belt, making a simple, but effective harness. "ALRIGHT LEEROY. HOLD ON." He yells through the front, thinking that the broken windows should let enough of the sound through. Taking a good running position, Maxwell begins at a slow start. With one foot in front of the other, he builds up to a normal human running speed, 15 mph, the ship being drug behind him. Establishing that it isn't yet bouncing around, Maxwell kicks it up a notch, pumping his legs harder, boosting to 70 mph within about 10 seconds. The ship rattles, but stays stable enough to where he feels comfortable really letting it fly at 100 miles per hour, sand churning and flying behind this monster of a man. "Hahaha! Okay! Maybe not so long!"

Daemon Web- NMV

Alright, lets check our opponent here. Size advantage goes to spoder bro. It's about twice his height, with bent legs, so it's probably about 15 to 18 ft tall in total. That's okay. Kholodny doesn't have experience with bigger things, but Stribog does, and that'll go a long way towards not dying. Speed advantage? The odrider crossed about 20 feet in about 3 seconds, so it's pretty darn fast for something that big. However, Kholodny's top running speed is 80 mph, and that's not accounting for his ability of frictionless motion. With that, he can slide along the ground at about 90 miles an hour, completely frictionless, which also allows for instantaneous turning and rotation. So maneuverability and speed definitely goes over to Kholodny. Attack power? Can't say for sure on that one. The ice, should the odrider touch it, will absolutely mess him up. Getting some harpoons stuck to him would be a horribly cold fate. But Khold doesn't really know what the monster can do, so it's better to be safe than sorry.

And whats the safest measure against things like this? Circle strafing! Khold kicks on the afterburners (Flash freezers?) on the bottoms of his feet and shoes, freezing them over in a frictionless ice, and also freezing the ground directly under him, slowly spreading out. Then, using Stribog's control over wind, he propels himself backward and to the side in a diagonal position, to get away from the webbing and get him in a good motion to begin the circle, using his feet and wind as a pair of 80 mph effortless rollerskates. The sudden burst of movement carries him out of the path of the netting, and Kholodny puts Stribog on strictly wind duty, so he can focus on attacking while the god directs his movement and direction. Kholodny swings his arm out and bolts the harpoon attached to his left arm at the beast, the point continuing in one direction while his body, and by extension, the harpoon's chain, around the massive ogre. This all took about 10 seconds to happen, mind you. It was a very quick and fluid process.

Darashal -NMV

Mmmph. That voice. Maxwell wouldn't get this, but LeeRoy sounds like a drunk Barry White with a lisp right now. That's really something there. If Maxwell DID know who Barry White was, he would be chuckling his ass off right now. That doesn't really have much to do with anything, I just thought I'd mention it.

"Cool. Apology accepted then. I was honestly a bit concerned you'd refuse and we get into a dick waving contest of 'Who wants to yield first'. Which frankly, neither of us have the time for."

Maxwell taps his incredibly chiseled as he thinks. "I'm more than willing to help drag the ship, that's not a problem. It doesn't weigh too much. I could just pick it up, though I'm pretty sure carrying 80 tons on my hands, putting all that weight on just my feet, the ground wouldn't like that too much. I'd probably sink. So do you have any big chains or anything I could tug on? I think you'd rather I do that than just shove my hands through the hull and push." Maxwell knows whats up, he's a smart dude. If LeeRoy got that upset about him having to push it off of himself in the desert, breaking the hull with his hands would certainly upset him some more.

"Also, where exactly are we headed now? I wasn't paying a whole ton of attention to the scenery as I was hurtling out of space. Is there a city or something we can go to to repair this busted ship?" A city would be a good place to go, and Maxwell is positive that as long as LeeRoy tells him what to get, he'd be able to "acquire" some parts real quick. One way or the other. Anything he needs to do to get off this godforsaken rock and into the action sooner rather than later. Once LeeRoy lets him know what the plan is (LeeRoy's the planner right now, after all, he's the one with the spacecraft), he'll go outside, lift this puppy up, and they can get moving.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

This isn't Exalted, and no one in here is going to play it like it is. How long is the Exalted rule book, anyway? It sounds pretty complicated.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

Well the real LeeRoy bout to get his jaw knocked off too :U

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If Maxwell and Ysolda ever get in a fight, I think that'd be a pretty good battle. Certainly longer than five posts at least.

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I havent read any of the posts going on here, so I won't make a point on the argument. That being said, Beta, I can really empathize with your love of over the top, cinematic fights.

Darashal -NMV

As he approaches the ship, Maxwell hears many a whirring and buzzing noise. "Hmm, what could those sounds be? I thought this whole thing was trashed." Walking into the ship with a classic sound of metal boots on steel floor, Maxwell walks through the trashed craft, noting an odd glow throughout the whole place. Happening upon the medical bay (How? I dunno. Plot progression that's how.) Maxwell freezes as he walks in halfway through the procedure. Holy shit man, that looks intense. Maxwell cringes as he watches, gasping when the small wire arms burrow into LeeRoy's jaw. Maxwell can absolutely power through worse things that that, his pain tolerance levels are high, but even taking that into consideration, that still looks and sounds incredibly painful, and he's just a little sympathetic, cause you know. He's the one who did it to LeeRoy, so. There's that.

After the procedure, Maxwell clears his throat. Cough cough, and all that. "So. That looked incredibly painful." He's a bit awkward, he's never really one to apologize. (Really? SHOCKING.) "Also, I am incredibly impressed that you managed to take that punch and get up. So, I'm sorry for breaking your ship, but not for punching you. You should have known better, being someone of I'm assuming, pretty incredible intellect." Yeah, he's not gonna apologize for the punch. LeeRoy was pretty much literally asking for it, talking shit about Maxwell and his god like that. "So, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. I need help getting off of this planet to get somewhere more worthwhile, and it's pretty clear this fucking ship isn't going anywhere unless I move it around for you. So, I think we should work together to try and get out of this sand hellhole."

Maxwell holds out his massive hand in a handshaking position. "Now, Im not saying we should be all buddy buddy, but I think we need to at least try and not kill each other so we're not surrounded by sand for the next seventy years. Can we make a deal on that?" That should do. Maxwell doesnt particularly like LeeRoy, and he knows LeeRoy doesn't like him, so a truce is the best that BOTH of them can hope for at this point.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

Beta, the Spike punch was exactly the perfect way to describe it. It's actually what it was based off of, with the rings providing the extra punching.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

I'd be up for it doing it. LeeRoy and I talk about everyone's characters all the time anyway.