Doc Doctor

Ascension vs Multiverse (Original characters only)

@Rai

Auz would be forced down to his right knee, left ear reddening with welts as the fire was set on his shoulder, but he'd still be in easy reach of the King's leg. His left arm still meant to encircle it, but only to keep it in place. Were Auz to have his way, then in a split second the King would be able to feel a hot, deep pain on the inside of his thigh, followed shortly thereafter by a numbing coolness washing up and down his body.

The dagger would have been thrust for his femoral artery, potentially ripping it wide open with a vicious twist.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

@Negatomsk

I'll post sometime tomorrow night.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

@Negatomsk

Quick inquiry;

With which foot is Lobo stepping with during his slash with the bow, and should I assume that his grip on the weapon is right hand over left?

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@Devil

Aww crap, my main man Jorudan got denied. Well, shit.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

@Negatomsk

Gonad lashed out with the canvas one last time, rolling a heavily muscled shoulder back and swiping the sucker up high overhead so that the trajectory of the arrows would be caught amidst the sweeping folds and be pulled off course into the cage behind where the barbarian had been near. Had been, because he'd be in motion during that brief period between the canvas blocking Lobo's sight of him and the detonations of explosive energy. When Lobo landed out of his twisting flight, he'd find the monster right in front of him, perhaps a mere two feet away.

When you see wild animals in print and on television, the likes of bears and lions, you know how large they are. Yet, the most common response to standing near the actual thing in a zoo, separated only by a pane of reinforced glass? 'Its huge!'
Were Lobo to wind up before Gonad, close enough to touch, close enough to smell... The impression of size would be at its most apparent. Hot wind from the detonations blew loose the warrior's wild iron hair, waving dark tendrils past his rugged face, which in the relatively low lighting of the cage match was framed sternly in shadow. He was like some kind of idol, a god made physical, built like the Japanese oni with an expression to match; a single eye slitted into a wicked vent expelling the dull red glint of wrath incarnate. Striation drawing taut under mismatched scars, a hide so marked that it could have passed for shitty cave art. Full lips, equally scarred, drew back over blocky, discolored teeth. A smog of hot breath misted out from the berserker's nose and mouth, circulating briefly into a pale cloud which dissipated upwards past cruelly arched caterpillar eyebrows. So great was the impression of this deitic beast of a man, Lobo could be forgiven for remaining stock still where he was when the berserker took a right step forwards with his left arm half extended as if for a handshake (the last handshake many had experienced on the way into heaven or hell), a sort of deer in the headlights effect. It was not uncommon. The simple and humorous name, 'Gonad', was just that. A name. It could scarcely encompass the actual creature it represented, one that could, like a lizard, peel off its outer layer of fatherly humor and crude jesting, step out of that skin one foot at a time and stand, nay, tower like the very incarnation of war.

When you are on a jet taking off, you can feel your ears pop. A tiny crackling, as of a tiny stiff joint popping. As the Beardforce finished evaluating Lobo's power, dozens of what sounded like those little pops leaked head to toe from Gonad's body, a fusillade micro-salute to the new strength as it settled into his bones, fibers, synapses. Again, that odd semi-illusion wrought from Gonad's will, a sort of physical forecast telegraphed out from his body language. Retreat was doom. It would not be possible to backpedal faster than Gonad could move forwards, just as a man may not run faster backwards than one sprinting headlong. There was only one way out of this.

Fight.

Ascension vs Multiverse (Original characters only)

@Rai

Gritting his teeth against the intense heat scalding his chest, Auz jackknifed downwards and darted in with the intent of taking the King to the ground with a one leg takedown. He'd try to straddle the King's lead leg, encircling it behind the knee with both arms before aiming to lift the leg up whilst ramming his upper body into his opponent's midsection, making use of his right shoulder and the side of his head with the chin tucked in so that there'd be as little space between their bodies as possible. If all went well, the King would find himself tipping heavily onto his back, Auz on top of him.

Ascension vs Multiverse (Original characters only)

@Rai

Instead of drawing back his right arm after slashing the King's tendons, Auz kept his blade extended out to the side and, as the King stepped forth to deliver his punch, Auz neatly slid his left foot behind his right at a shoulder's width apart, swaying backwards at the last moment so that the blow would merely skim the front of his chestplate. Without pause the still-raised dagger moved like a silver serpent, weaving over the King's lowered left arm and drawing a blue lightning arch for his throat. In a split second the King would have his throat slit unless he had a backup plan.

Ascension vs Multiverse (Original characters only)

@Rai

Auz slid his right leg back to maintain balance as he was pushed, and when the King flinched at about the same time, attacked. His arms came uncrossed in a blur, right hand siezing the nearby hilt of a dagger and flashing out with feverish, whiplike speed. The King would have nary a chance to keep the tendons in his left forearm from being cleanly cut by the devilishly swift blade of Auz. If his tendons were severed, he'd lose the ability to hold onto the wily immortal.

That was a negative, considering how Auz was among the top five deadliest knife fighters in the multiverse.

Black Mountain Tournament: Sigurd vs Gigue

@MelonHead

Ascension vs Multiverse (Original characters only)

@Rai

Auz's jaw worked into a crooked smirk, only to devolve into a pursed funnel as he spat a surprise wad of blood at the King's eyes, right as he successfully grabbed Auz's collar, meant to make the big hothead blink or look away for the briefest of moments. The swordsman had bitten his own tongue for spit fodder. How would Auz escape the King's mighty grip? Apparently with the aid of acting like an alpaca.