Doc Doctor

I have no idea what I'm doing, but knights are fun, K?

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Okay, I spelled the acronym wrong the first time because I didn't care about what it stood for, and tried playing it off like a chess master. So sue me.

Only one search result for 'em anyways ´.´

I have no idea what I'm doing, but knights are fun, K?

@Keileon

IK. I wanted another response so I could post the actual, real version. Couldn't help it when he said he wasn't gonna post anymore.



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I have no idea what I'm doing, but knights are fun, K?

@Devil@RiDaku

No, that's not it. Look.

REAL RESULT



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WHEN YOU TYPE IN SOMETHING SPECIFIC THEN CHANGE THE SEARCH NAME WITHOUT SEARCHING



And I did not say MOST of your crew, I said MANY of your crew. You need to learn a few things about 'misinterpreting', for obvious starters.

And no, before the arena TDZL was dying, moreso. Let's see that website you have, let's see the Wikia. Feel free to post the links, and we'll see which site is more active.

I have no idea what I'm doing, but knights are fun, K?

@golathf

@Devil

Your tournament is alive because you're literally paying the winner a thousand dollars. Do you think they'd put up with your crap for free?
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Glad you noticed, it's the truth after all. I'll be passive aggressive up the yin-yang when my friends are mocked without their knowledge in your Discord. I'm shown what goes on in there regularly, and it's venomous. Ask Decoy, it's the primary reason for my out-of-the-blue hostility.
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You can misread and misinterpret a character without fear of retribution, since it's your tournament consisting of many of your crew. I myself don't have the inclination or time to consistently maintain a tournament proper, and I know it. You call it an OTK, I call it a rigged cop out.

And yeah, his career is in the dumps. Google TDZL.

Now Google W42 Sicarius.

That's what I thought. Anyone can host a tourney and boot someone they don't like on a technicality and call it legit. Try and top the search engine instead.

I have no idea what I'm doing, but knights are fun, K?

@Devil

Naw, because the judge was trash and the tournament had ill defined, subjective rules.

By the way, auto blocking really is a substitute for skill.

BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN - Griffintaur Vs. The Magna Pater

@Griffintaur

A defensive style probably would have suited Tharra better on this occasion, stalling and playing keep-away until he was strong enough to easily tear up the Magna Pater's toughness. At any rate, short but intense fights are the best IMO.

I have no idea what I'm doing, but knights are fun, K?

@Lady Selune

I'm a fan of old school combat too, and used to train folks from scratch. Sadly, many fighters these days don't take the time to learn the basics properly, instead relying heavily on a single character with various kinds of force fields, autoblocking auras or appendages, and cheesy ranged attacks to make up for their staggering lack of skill. Just the fact that you can appreciate the solidity of medieval combat puts you a solid notch above the rest. Join this Discord, we have a separate channel for sparring and training. I'm free to goof around most evenings.

discord.gg/rUR8pe5

BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN - Griffintaur Vs. The Magna Pater

@Griffintaur

During that slight pause on impact, when the monster's cry jittered, Tharra was able to catch its tail. It was well that he used both paws. That tail was the monster's strongest appendage, the one it favored to throttle multi-ton animals with. It wasn't just fast, but fucking powerful. For Tharra, it'd feel like a vulcanized rubber club crashing into his armored mitts, or as if he were a Japanese salary man firing a twelve gauge for the first time. That wasn't to say it would hurt, not unless he had tried to catch the hardened tip where the lion's share of the force was concentrated. It'd just be surprising for hard that jarring pitch hit home. Feeling the might of Tharra's resistance, the monster threw out a few more stops. The flaps on its face flicked up, crimson sensory tissues flared, tens of thousands of budded stalks emerged from the heaving, hardening mass of its main body. It had already formulated a way to get past the feathers, but it was saving that for later, if a later there was.

As he tried to unsheathe his claws, Tharra would find that they had been already clogged with mucous, stuck in place and unable to fully extend to enable him to easily maintain a grip on the now slippery (only where Tharra had grabbed it) tail, which was seeking to writhe out of his grip with incredible strength. It was like trying to hang onto the end of a PCP-jacked Burmese python made of prison soap. Furthermore, if he tried to let go and shift his grip, Tharra would find that his paws were stuck together where they had met when he had grabbed the tail, like a set of irremovable Chinese handcuffs.

Tharra's height was ten feet. The Magna Pater was more or less right up against him, at the point where he had fallen onto his side to pin it. The tail had moved between Tharra's forelegs to reach his head. The typical length of a horse's legs is four feet, probably a fair approximation of Tharra's own considering how much larger he is than a mere lion. Give or take a foot or two, the Magna Pater's tail only had to use up a few meters or so to swing for that attack. It still had at least ten feet of crushing muscle left to spare. Even if he tried holding the tail at arm's length after catching it, unlikely due to how fiercely the limb resisted, it'd still be easily able to reach its next target. Tharra's ability to detect vibrations would almost certainly be severely crippled, if not rendered entirely ineffective, by the monster's cry. He could detect vibrations, but considering how the bass of a car could rattle the frame, and just how bolt-shaking it'd be if that sound were intense enough to literally kill a man... It'd be pure chaos for his last few senses.

Due to the clogging mucous and writhing, slippery muscle in his paws, and the insane epicenter of noise clinging to his wing, Tharra would have no method to discern the trick until it were too late. Were that the case, the realization that his neck felt as if it were caught in a vice wouldn't come soon enough. The very instant he caught the monster's tail, the leftover length (which Tharra didn't know about) would have looped up and thrown itself over his head like a muscular noose. This same noose had been used to twist the heads off of elephants before. The feathers wouldn't be of much help against this power, and even if they could help, the mucous which slipped through would be compacted by the tail's grip and form a crushing death seal around Tharra's neck. Even if he could react on touch to the tightening, he'd be unable to reach the tail in time to disengage it. It had the priority of having reached his neck first.
That being said, he'd not have his head twisted off. The pesky feathers ensured that much, at least. Still, if the monster trapped him, his oxygen and blood would be thoroughly cut off and after a few seconds, to the accompaniment of his vertebrae creaking under the force, he'd feel the blood pressure in his head spiking. The Magna Pater had seen many different results. Sometimes their bloodshot eyes popped out of their skull and hung suspended from the optic nerves. Other times the sensitive skin of the sinus cavity and cochlea tore, blood spurting from the nose and ears of the dying. Even Homer Simpson could benefit from a few lessons in strangling under the tutelage of the Magna Pater.

Peak Human Melee

Whelp, it's been about a month or so since my last proper human tier fight. If a fella doesn't scrape the barnacles off his prow now and then, he'll soon find his schooner taking on water. One fish per year does not a whaler make. So, who wants to get medieval with me? So long as your character is within the scope of natural human potential, it'll do. What you need to know of me is fairly simple. I tend to favor light heavyweights in decent armor, axes and knives in their many shapes and forms, and of course, as ridiculous a setting as you'll be willing to endure. At the moment, I'm feeling partial to a scrap in a nursery ward, or perhaps in a dog park.

BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN - Griffintaur Vs. The Magna Pater

@Griffintaur

Man, man, don't get me started on real life distractions. It's a good thing you've been busy, I'd have been hard pressed to respond lately myself what with having to prepare to move from Florida to Colorado.

Take your time, by all means!!