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[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{Stepping back to punch.}[/i]

This was getting weirder and weirder, but each purpose was served, at least. The change from a palm to a fist indeed, did not stop Steers intent. Truth be told the clutching ‘palm’ was more meant to get a grip on Tom, but a punch was still a punch, even if, indeed it clocked on the harder skull. Whats more, no boxing cloves, so as anger laced Chi Fist still landed, as did knuckles pop and feel the sting of a hard durable surface. Mind you, this wasn’t the ‘world of hurt’ Toms face was probably in, a punch to the dome was a punch to the dome, but Steer wasn’t going full ‘Fist throwing punch drunk’ force just yet. As if the oddities had to pile onto each other, as Steer did the second part to his two pronged Chi laced Attack, Tom quaintly did a hasty sounding spell of his own. This one was confusing as all hell as Steer…found the hand pointing irresistible. A look of utter bafflement took over his features as this occurred.

“Wha…OOF!”

Right to the balls Toms kick went, just after the eruption of Chi on the held spot. The small eruption would still occur mind you, but a kick to the nads was still a kick to the nads, and it hurt like heck. Steers knees wobbled but he had an idea. Fully focusing on the gal and ‘dishonor’ that he really didn’t feel, flair of actual JUST red anger-Chi stayed formed upon his right hand, the former gripping one. With Tom taking a step back due to releasing him, a small distance was between them…then quickly killed as Steer utilized his Projection ability and lightly ‘thrust’ his former gripping hand forward a tad bit. From it was projected a literal rad hand with bulnted curved but sharp ‘fingers’ that quickly sought to bash into and grip that assaulted side and with a wave of Steers hand pull it to his left, seeking to utilize the snap motion of his attack and slight disorientation Steer assumed Tom had to drive him down to the ground, right side first. The projected red colored Anger-Hand was connected to Steers upper left arm and hand, a slight handicap when he used the low-powered/snap shot like attacks in his arsenal of power, but effective none the less.

Still, again, Steer had been kicked in the nads and after the motion, success or not, a knee was taken ‘cus good LORD did that hurt. Regret came in not buying that cup a friend suggested, but oh well. Crowd was still into it (though the low bow earned a boo or two) and Steer was at least owed a meal and beer from all this. Win win for him, win-lose given what could occur.