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Call me Doc. I prefer RM, UM, or LP fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand or swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match any old time!

Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991

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@Cuccoruler@luclovers@SepticGentleman
The monster could fly as well, albiet briefly, but it didn't. It had attained the scent of the woman, and never would it lose that. What's more, it had smelled the others on her. With unseen feelers of sound it probed about. Some were close, some were far. But the closest was still the female. It slipped out of sight behind a stony cottage, rushing over the wall and into the forest blackness like a breath of foul air.

Open combat was not to its liking. There were too many beings alert now, too much noise and chaos. It would wait until Cia was entirely alone again. Private, intimate, quiet. In the melting, unplunged depths of what a mortal would comprehend as its mind, it hoped with a dull malignance that when it sucked clean her bones, they would taste as sweet as she smelled.
@Cuccoruler
Unless the Weapon of Sweetmeat County could look through solid objects, she would have put herself at a disadvantage. It was a foolhardy thing to let the primal nightmare whom the ancients feared as Salmu Pulhu out of sight.
The monster was a thing that kept low to the ground, for rear legs it lacked. Such was its center of gravity and perception, that it could stop on a dime. It did so, halting right in front of the spike shield that had emerged. It knew that trying to crack the shield open would take too long. Trying to dig beneath it? It probably went into the ground like a partially buried sea urchin. So, the relentless horror revealed a taste of its own might and cunning. Its long left arm creaked forth to sieze upon a sturdy spike, and with terrifying strength it would attempt to entirely upheave the partial dome and topsize it backwards, trying to shove and jerk it about with the ferocity of a starved bear assailing an abandoned station wagon. Unless Cia were held in place somehow, she'd end up toppling about inside in a manner most unbefitting that of one trying to charge up a powerful attack.

The Magna Pater was entirely silent as it set about shaking up its victim like a bean in a rattle, a stark contrast to the maddening fervor with which it attacked. It would be a mean feat to maintain the black dust attack overhead when the shield was upside down and being treated like a hamster ball.
@Sarpedon
Low to mid powered? Unpowered is fine too.
@Cuccoruler
This enemy was much wiser and far more agile than the shambling ghouls. It slipped to the left as Cia raised her hand, having noticed that she had done the same thing to kill the Taken. Having evaded the sugar spikes, it then surged towards the woman like a greased adder. It swirved unpredictably left and right, and would be upon her in a matter of seconds if not stopped.
@SepticGentleman@luclovers@Cuccoruler

The Magna Pater saw the transforming woman get pushed out into the street. There were strange entities approaching, but they didn't look too edible. It sought something more substantial. It began slinking towards Cia from the right, approaching from a few dozen meters away. It kept to the shadows, a wretched and unseeing stupid-smart gleam in its wet, pitch black eyes.
@luclovers
It just did.
@luclovers@SepticGentleman@Cuccoruler

Out in the woods there was a hole. A small, stony hole at the base of a hill overlooking a dim meadow of swaying timothy grass, flanked on all sides by strangler figs of immense proportions. It was a chill evening, and a quiet one at that. Something crawled or squeezed out from the hole and into the fresh air. It moved like a snake and like a shadow, across the meadow and through the woods. No other living animal dared to tread upon open ground this night.

In the late hours, long before the sun had risen, it would come upon the dwelling of men. It traversed the gate as easily as a feline circumvents a picket fence. It would enter no hovel tonight. It only felt inclined to do so when it could detect the scent of the little ones. It waited for one ill-fated to venture out alone. Sometimes it caught them when they went out to dump the piss buckets. It found that those ones always had just a little bit more left in them.
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@Sarpedon
Which character you have in mind?
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