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[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{HOLY SPEED, KENTUCKYMAN!!!!}[/i]

He was preparing something from the get go. Covered in shit, smelling worse (mix a fat guy with shit and blood and even if he is clean, fucking hell the SMELL) than expected, he was still intent on staying on Tom despite this, though, strangely enough as quickly as the excrements hit, they seemed to bubble and burst/crumble off, not without leaving the stench behind. There was a reason for this and it had to do with what Steers counter and what he was about to hopefully enact. As stated with the punch (though the side order of Mr. Horse Excrements) he moved as fast as Tom was forced back, leaving fading blue whisps in his wake as the Happiness laced Chi increased Steers speed and agility further, just a tad, but that was only so he could get up close to him. He had another idea in mind then using pure speed and it would come into play here. Shifting his left arm so his elbow stuck out towards his left, while he moved towards Tom he bent the rest of his arm inward then quickly arched it in a snapping motion. Not this time (hopefully); Steer was basically attempting to slap and redirect Toms right arm mid spell and either negate it altogether or make its fly off elsewhere.

“Annndddd…Pop!”

Two words but spoken unusually fast, the defensive measure was also tied in with an offensive one. A low clutching right palm was thrust forward, towards Toms left side again and while in transition to trying to get there, hit or miss, that small outline would flare to life for a brief second all over his body then condensed into Steers right hand. The objective was letting the ability property of the Happiness Chi come into play, basically Holy Properties which Steer concentrated lightly then set in his right hand. Again as fast as it formed, transitioned to his right hand, it would be utilized whether it hit or miss. An explosive swirling blue colored mini-blast of searing Holy properties that Steer was hoping would envelope Toms front left side, or just left side in general. Normally an almost weird little smile would be on Steers face, efforts succeeding or not, but…Well…He kept his mouth closed. Just his body needed to smell bad, not every damn orifice after that Mr. Horse crap, pun intended.