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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
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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@Shoryu Magami
That's perfectly reasonable. Just to have said it, though, I typically don't utilize levels and dice as well, and am comfortable with virtually any style or setting. Not to try and press the issue, but just so you know I'll always be around, ready to have fun for fun's sake. I'm a resource! A resource I tell you!
That's perfectly reasonable. Just to have said it, though, I typically don't utilize levels and dice as well, and am comfortable with virtually any style or setting. Not to try and press the issue, but just so you know I'll always be around, ready to have fun for fun's sake. I'm a resource! A resource I tell you!
@Shoryu Magami@ELGainsborough
You're both so curt and proper, with precise diction. Watching you two fight is like watching a gentleman's duel, and I find it to be particularly enjoyable. The first several posts with the characters arguing about taxes... Holy moley, I was dying. I love this, instant classic.
You're both so curt and proper, with precise diction. Watching you two fight is like watching a gentleman's duel, and I find it to be particularly enjoyable. The first several posts with the characters arguing about taxes... Holy moley, I was dying. I love this, instant classic.
@Shoryu Magami@ELGainsborough
I'm up for a good old human tier fight, if either if you are still taking!
I'm up for a good old human tier fight, if either if you are still taking!
@Ashevelendar@SmileyJaws
Xil Gil returned his attention to the man, letting go of him. Ray hunched over, panting, blood welling from between his fingers as he clutched at his face. The cyborg hadn't heard Yuri move.
"Right then, allow me to rephrase my inquiry. Tell me where the Engineer was last seen, or I'll have you feet up."
The words "I'll kill you". Certainly those who lead tough lives hear those words often, but they are scarcely to be taken literally. This was different, and not just because it was paraphrased. It was truth, pure and simple. Ray realized this, and needed no more motivation.
"That club on 45th, the Velvet Glove. He was there soliciting, last I saw. Ugh... I think you hurt my neck. I just want to forget all this shit and go to bed with an aspirin."
Xil Gil booted Ray in the chest, sending the cook sprawling onto his back. He stalked over to the man, crouched over him, and reached out to wrap both hands around his throat.
"I'll save you the bender, old duck. I'll kill your pain quicker than the aspirin will. Can't have the bills poking around when you talk, and trust me Mister Ray, I know you will talk."
The British goon seemed to take a capering delight in playing up his role. Likely the only reason why Yuri would have several seconds to decide whether or not he wanted to try and save the informant's life.
Xil Gil returned his attention to the man, letting go of him. Ray hunched over, panting, blood welling from between his fingers as he clutched at his face. The cyborg hadn't heard Yuri move.
"Right then, allow me to rephrase my inquiry. Tell me where the Engineer was last seen, or I'll have you feet up."
The words "I'll kill you". Certainly those who lead tough lives hear those words often, but they are scarcely to be taken literally. This was different, and not just because it was paraphrased. It was truth, pure and simple. Ray realized this, and needed no more motivation.
"That club on 45th, the Velvet Glove. He was there soliciting, last I saw. Ugh... I think you hurt my neck. I just want to forget all this shit and go to bed with an aspirin."
Xil Gil booted Ray in the chest, sending the cook sprawling onto his back. He stalked over to the man, crouched over him, and reached out to wrap both hands around his throat.
"I'll save you the bender, old duck. I'll kill your pain quicker than the aspirin will. Can't have the bills poking around when you talk, and trust me Mister Ray, I know you will talk."
The British goon seemed to take a capering delight in playing up his role. Likely the only reason why Yuri would have several seconds to decide whether or not he wanted to try and save the informant's life.
@SmileyJaws@Sifter@Ashevelendar@Zora@LetsFly@Grammatik
I'm going to go ahead and respond to Smiley's post. Grammatik, perhaps you've been a bit busy lately, so when you're ready your character may run into ours. Until then, I'll delay having encountered Kaytlin.
Everyone else, any of you want to pop in to where Kaytlin was going to be?
I'm going to go ahead and respond to Smiley's post. Grammatik, perhaps you've been a bit busy lately, so when you're ready your character may run into ours. Until then, I'll delay having encountered Kaytlin.
Everyone else, any of you want to pop in to where Kaytlin was going to be?
@Athinar
The moment Chico began lowering his foot onto Xil Gil's chest, right when his weight and balance shifted, the cyborg attacked.
He had a striking advantage that most wouldn't consider. Normally when one strikes, one must have solidity behind the blow, crooking stiff the elbow for a hook or straightening the arm for a cross.
Xil Gil did not punch, but slap, and as such had no need to worry about a practical position or power behind his blows. It wasn't the impact that hurt, it was when he grabbed on. A loose left arm whipped in fast to smack against Chico's lower shin, fingers automatically snapping closed to smush armor and bone alike, in the way an empty soda can is crushed. There was a good reason the cyborg was so dangerous despite having no guns. What kind of shit could he do? Check out the previews.
At the same time so did Xil Gil's right, set to seize the barrel of the machine gun whilst it was in the process of being manouvered to his forehead.
One can lie in bed, spread eagle style, and then dart both hands in as if to grasp an invisible sword protruding from the chest. No holding back now. Surprisingly quick, more so than most would guess.
Chico likely expected such a trick, but as Mike Tyson once said, "Everyone's got a plan until they get hit."
Even so, Chico could react faster than other humans. He'd probably have time to squeeze off some fire before the gun barrel was turned into a half pretzel and give back some good damage. Xil Gil had laughed off machine guns before, but the monster Chico was holding had the caliber of guns normally mounted into the sides of helicopter gunships. All of Xil Gil's metal muscles powered his hands, and his bones were tough enough to stand the pressures that the muscles exerted. Roughly two-million pounds of static force packed into a man six feet tall. He could survive the SAW.
But...
It could at least harshly lacerate or dent in parts of his frame, which would bring down his grip strength. Xil Gil was used to being able to instantly crush shit. If he took real damage, say from a badass motherfucking anti-armor machine gun, it'd mess him up to the point where he'd require three to seven seconds to destroy a single piece of Chico's armor.
The moment Chico began lowering his foot onto Xil Gil's chest, right when his weight and balance shifted, the cyborg attacked.
He had a striking advantage that most wouldn't consider. Normally when one strikes, one must have solidity behind the blow, crooking stiff the elbow for a hook or straightening the arm for a cross.
Xil Gil did not punch, but slap, and as such had no need to worry about a practical position or power behind his blows. It wasn't the impact that hurt, it was when he grabbed on. A loose left arm whipped in fast to smack against Chico's lower shin, fingers automatically snapping closed to smush armor and bone alike, in the way an empty soda can is crushed. There was a good reason the cyborg was so dangerous despite having no guns. What kind of shit could he do? Check out the previews.
At the same time so did Xil Gil's right, set to seize the barrel of the machine gun whilst it was in the process of being manouvered to his forehead.
One can lie in bed, spread eagle style, and then dart both hands in as if to grasp an invisible sword protruding from the chest. No holding back now. Surprisingly quick, more so than most would guess.
Chico likely expected such a trick, but as Mike Tyson once said, "Everyone's got a plan until they get hit."
Even so, Chico could react faster than other humans. He'd probably have time to squeeze off some fire before the gun barrel was turned into a half pretzel and give back some good damage. Xil Gil had laughed off machine guns before, but the monster Chico was holding had the caliber of guns normally mounted into the sides of helicopter gunships. All of Xil Gil's metal muscles powered his hands, and his bones were tough enough to stand the pressures that the muscles exerted. Roughly two-million pounds of static force packed into a man six feet tall. He could survive the SAW.
But...
It could at least harshly lacerate or dent in parts of his frame, which would bring down his grip strength. Xil Gil was used to being able to instantly crush shit. If he took real damage, say from a badass motherfucking anti-armor machine gun, it'd mess him up to the point where he'd require three to seven seconds to destroy a single piece of Chico's armor.
@Athinar
"A reason? Are you quite serious!? I am an official here on important business, who was first assaulted by a foreman and now some brute. Have you any idea who I am?"
Xil Gil spread his arms out and lay on his back, scowling.
"Go on then. Left pocket. Take out my wallet and have a look, unless you trust me not to whip out a pistol. If you feel it necessary, then ask and I can turn off my cybernetics. Hmph! My employers will be thoroughly dissatisfied with your antics."
"A reason? Are you quite serious!? I am an official here on important business, who was first assaulted by a foreman and now some brute. Have you any idea who I am?"
Xil Gil spread his arms out and lay on his back, scowling.
"Go on then. Left pocket. Take out my wallet and have a look, unless you trust me not to whip out a pistol. If you feel it necessary, then ask and I can turn off my cybernetics. Hmph! My employers will be thoroughly dissatisfied with your antics."
@Athinar
It'd be about the time Chico started talking again that his rifle magazine probably ran empty. 30 rounds available at 600 rpm. That's three seconds of continuous fire.
A ringing silence. Xil Gil darting again towards the retreating Chico, the fresh twelve feet between them diminishing quickly. The average female marathon runner can cover 6 feet, 8 inches per stride. Xil Gil was no professional runner, but a marathon isn't a sprint and he was a man, not a woman. He'd cross four feet with his first lunge and five with the second, resuming the chase the moment he was able to gather the momentum to fling himself at Chico again after having leapt backwards. "Your load is spent, old horse. Unfortunately I am in the mood for sloppy seconds..."
To cross twelve feet in about a second, you need to be able to run but a paltry eight miles per hour. Even a fat child could make that cut, let alone an ex-MI6 agent.
He'd be knocking at the Mexican's front door in that second, and Chico would have only a fraction of a moment to choose a plan. Would he face the brutal cyborg head on and risk blowing himself up or being ground into taco beef? Might Chico beat a hasty retreat and try to keep Xil Gil at bay?
Thing is, there'd be no need for such a tight decision. Xil Gil was suddenly blindsided by four workmen, absolutely bowled over as the angry, large men tackled him to the ground and began beating on him with carpentry hammers.
"Augh! Bugger me!"
It'd be about the time Chico started talking again that his rifle magazine probably ran empty. 30 rounds available at 600 rpm. That's three seconds of continuous fire.
A ringing silence. Xil Gil darting again towards the retreating Chico, the fresh twelve feet between them diminishing quickly. The average female marathon runner can cover 6 feet, 8 inches per stride. Xil Gil was no professional runner, but a marathon isn't a sprint and he was a man, not a woman. He'd cross four feet with his first lunge and five with the second, resuming the chase the moment he was able to gather the momentum to fling himself at Chico again after having leapt backwards. "Your load is spent, old horse. Unfortunately I am in the mood for sloppy seconds..."
To cross twelve feet in about a second, you need to be able to run but a paltry eight miles per hour. Even a fat child could make that cut, let alone an ex-MI6 agent.
He'd be knocking at the Mexican's front door in that second, and Chico would have only a fraction of a moment to choose a plan. Would he face the brutal cyborg head on and risk blowing himself up or being ground into taco beef? Might Chico beat a hasty retreat and try to keep Xil Gil at bay?
Thing is, there'd be no need for such a tight decision. Xil Gil was suddenly blindsided by four workmen, absolutely bowled over as the angry, large men tackled him to the ground and began beating on him with carpentry hammers.
"Augh! Bugger me!"
@Athinar
When Chico took a hand off his rifle, Xil Gil broke into a dead sprint. Up until that point he had just been power walking. He wasn't super fast, but he wasn't a slacker neither. By the time the grenade launcher had been aimed, Xil Gil would be less than three yards away. He wasn't focusing on blocking the bullets anymore, knowing that the recoil would be too unpredictable to bother with.
Of course, Xil Gil hadn't known a grenade launcher was involved. He saw an opponent reach for something and decided to try and make a rush. When the cyborg saw what was now being pointed in his direction, his expression shifted from that of malignant confidence to jaw dropping surprise and dismay.
"CHRIST IT'S A BLOODY CANNON!!"
Both would be in the explosive range of the grenades, but should Chico be crazy-assed enough to fire anyways, Xil Gil would have an answer. Of course, there being so little time to react, the cyborg would do this anyways. A gamble. His lead foot would bury itself in the ground and latch on, knee bending, center of gravity dropping, momentum screeching to a near instant stop. No vanilla human could have possibly replicated it. Should Chico have been leading his shots, then instead of firing right directly in front of Xil Gil the grenades would land further away and forwards. At the same time then Xil Gil would leap backwards from the brief crouch he had entered during his momentum cancellation.
If that all came to pass, Xil Gil would be knocked further back by the detonations and great clouds of dust and debris would obscure what had happened to him.
Now, if Chico held off on firing, he'd see the derpy killer suddenly stop and jump back out of reflex, conveniently providing the soldier with a safer opening to fire grenades.
When Chico took a hand off his rifle, Xil Gil broke into a dead sprint. Up until that point he had just been power walking. He wasn't super fast, but he wasn't a slacker neither. By the time the grenade launcher had been aimed, Xil Gil would be less than three yards away. He wasn't focusing on blocking the bullets anymore, knowing that the recoil would be too unpredictable to bother with.
Of course, Xil Gil hadn't known a grenade launcher was involved. He saw an opponent reach for something and decided to try and make a rush. When the cyborg saw what was now being pointed in his direction, his expression shifted from that of malignant confidence to jaw dropping surprise and dismay.
"CHRIST IT'S A BLOODY CANNON!!"
Both would be in the explosive range of the grenades, but should Chico be crazy-assed enough to fire anyways, Xil Gil would have an answer. Of course, there being so little time to react, the cyborg would do this anyways. A gamble. His lead foot would bury itself in the ground and latch on, knee bending, center of gravity dropping, momentum screeching to a near instant stop. No vanilla human could have possibly replicated it. Should Chico have been leading his shots, then instead of firing right directly in front of Xil Gil the grenades would land further away and forwards. At the same time then Xil Gil would leap backwards from the brief crouch he had entered during his momentum cancellation.
If that all came to pass, Xil Gil would be knocked further back by the detonations and great clouds of dust and debris would obscure what had happened to him.
Now, if Chico held off on firing, he'd see the derpy killer suddenly stop and jump back out of reflex, conveniently providing the soldier with a safer opening to fire grenades.
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