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Predator Vs. Ewoks (Liliya Vs. Doc)

@Liliya

The cheering ewok's neck was broken, and the two mating ewoks tumbled off one another, lying on the ground side by side and screaming in a weird language, pointing stubby little fingers at the sight. From the village, answering angry yodels and chirps could be heard.

Predator Vs. Ewoks (Liliya Vs. Doc)

@Liliya

Incredibly, the two ewoks stopped in a small clearing behind some bushes, dropped their spears, and begin making sweet, messy, teddybear love, just banging and banging. A third ewok shuffled over and began rooting for them several feet away.

"YUB NUB YUB NUB YUB NUB-"

Predator Vs. Ewoks (Liliya Vs. Doc)

@Liliya

"Dimni-a-wundah..."

"Ahh-na-uh?"

"Chuug-obo-fangowa!"

Two small thermal forms were approaching the Predator's location, each wielding a four foot wooden spear. They were sentries stationed to patrol the parameter of the Ewok village, Wunka and Nanta. They seemed to be talking about something, distracted.

CREATION CHANT - Facere Vs. The Magna Pater

"How da-!"

Everything went black before Facere could finish the word or phrase approximately meaning 'dare', as the monster reclaimed his sight at that moment. Facere would have no specific instinct warning him to shut his mouth that instant, nor to not finish the word on his tongue. At almost the same moment he'd be liable to feel something sock into his throat at high speed. As if it had eerily known and prepared for Facere to bellow at it, it had pegged the slime drenched rock into his open mouth the moment it had taken his sight.

The rock would have a thick layer of juicy, sopping mucous surrounding another semi-viscous layer with a greater density than saliva, so as to force the more malleable slime and saliva out of the way and squidge up against the walls of the throat, sticking fast and blocking the airway. The juicier saliva might ooze down into Facere's stomach as he tried in vain to swallow on reflex, an added touch of lethality, as the Magna Pater's mucous wasn't merely a venom, but a poison. The bufotoxic properties might cause Facere to begin hallucinating depending on how fast he might digest, unless his immune system recognised and stopped poisons as well.

If it got in there, the only way Facere would be able to dislodge it would be to tear out his throat lining, even if he could avoid having his fingers stick to it, which, in all likelyhood, he might try given his lack of insight about the monster's slime.

It didn't know how well Facere could survive without air, but the monster had decided to give this little trick it a go and see what the mischief wrought.

@LeeRoy

The Thing That Should Not Be - Aibhilin vs Zande

@Liliya

Zande wasn't a Jiu Jitsu expert. His technique was born of animal instinct, rough and tumble, a basic knowledge of tangling gained from rolling around with his kin before he'd been banished. Then, a situation like this came along. He didn't need the wisdom of B.J Penn to know that, well... This was just plain silly. She was trying to wrastle him while on her back, her grip no higher than his plated shins. When he peered over his shoulder, he'd had a swell sight of that dagger too. All in all, he didn't feel like he normally did. When he felt that wicked high octane fire crackling in his chest and burbling out his mouth like dragon breath, when he felt those jolts of neon power shooting through his veins like a drug, goading him on as he cast aside all inhibitors and flew into battle as a true monster among men. No, he was in a different mode, the mindset he takes with him when he wants to kill for food or fur, rather than pleasure. This wasn't Zande the Demon, this was Zande the Hunter. He'd wanted not to hone his ferocity, but his wit this time, yet his deviation from the path of a lunatic devil had brought him here, farting and screaming at this person who currently had the world's best view of a black man's sweat stained, skidmarked taints. No, Zande didn't feel happy with this decision. He just KNEW everyone would be laughing at him now. Nonetheless, he had to keep goin'.

When Abbey tried to roll onto her side from her strange position, Zande knew he didn't want to lose this position. He abandoned his previous idea to splay on his side and stab her through the skull as she tangled with his feet. Instead he slid his arms out wider, right hand finding the grip of his battleaxe as he shoved his weight backwards and in the opposite direction Abbey had tried to manouver, bending his knees further and splaying them out to either side to force her back onto her back, to just about sit on her upper chest as he used his shins to pin her biceps down, intending to roll her arms out like dough, her left in particular to the point of pinning her forearm to render the stabby stabby useless. He wanted to brutally smooth that arm against the sand before she cut any precious tendons or dug into his thigh meat. She might've had his ankles in a fairly solid hold, but you can only manipulate two limbs at once so well while clutching a knife in one hand. An overhand grip is the strongest practical grip achievable in Jiu Jitsu, as crossing your fingers is a good way to lose 'em and a thumb is easily manipulated. She'd only be able to achieve a one handed overhand grip, and the rest would rely on her trying to guillotine Zande's feet. If it was a recipie for anything, that recipie was for a 'get sat on cake'.

The end result Zande sought was to use his upright position, good, wide balance, and nearly 200 pound grown ass man weight to lay Abbey out with brute force and sit on her boobs, like Homer Simpson working his donut addled tush into his favorite chair with relish, right shin pinning her left bicep and left shin pinning her right forearm. It was essentially a schoolyard high mount, and though it wasn't the most practical thing in the wide world of wrestling, a fifty pound difference in weight made it plenty viable. He was aware that she might try to buck him by using the strength in her hips, but that wouldn't be particularly effective unless he was closer to her center mass, and didn't have his paws supporting him well. She might try to kick at him or knee him in the back perhaps, but she wasn't about to break his spine or pop his liver through his armor, or reach his head whilst he was hunched over her. Could she tilt her head up and try to bite at his junk? Maybe, but he had a tough, smooth leather codpiece on. He wasn't a damn Scot, he wore proper jungle undies to keep biting bugs and crap off his shit.

Guild Versus the Heroes of 100!

@ImportantNobody

Auz was, of course, still getting killed by the Magna Pater. It looked like the damn thing had killed him three times already. As for Tom, the moment his spell hit Anom he immediately jerked a thumb over his shoulder and pointed at the Magna Pater.

That completed the circuit of the spell, and would force Anom to become sexually attracted to the horrific monster, to the point of being an immense distraction. He would totally WANT that cosmic horror, and want it hard.

Guild Versus the Heroes of 100!

@ImportantNobody

Been very distracted lately. Gettin' to it!

The Thing That Should Not Be - Aibhilin vs Zande

@Liliya

I've been editing it quite a bit before I realized you'd already scoped it out, so take another look when you can. Mostly grammar fixes and replacing words with shit that sounds better.

Furthermore, think of how I perceived it. Abbey's blow had been described originally as a teeth-knocker-outer, but now I should assume it can break the shoulder of a strong man through a pauldron much more secure than his steel mask. I know a halberd can easily fuck someone up through armor, but I was basing that off of with how much power the attack was described to have. If it could break his shoulder, then it ought to have been able to break his face outright.
Also, I didn't quite say so summarily that he 'moved left'. He stepped back onto his left foot. The idea was he step away from Abbey and put her in his center line, not move towards or oddly adjacent to her.

I'm actually a little confused about /exactly/ where she is relative to him, whether it be nearer his flank or still out in front of him a step to the side, me, my , mo. Again, I shoulda asked earlier

What's going on I think, is I have my own idea of where she is, and you have your own idea, and we initially thought we were on the same page, but we aren't.

That aside, it's good you wanted this fun fight, I must say. It's giving me the chance to figure out ways to improve past these little difficulties (knock on wood).

The Thing That Should Not Be - Aibhilin vs Zande

@Liliya

The firing of the blowgun hadn't been restrictive at all of what his poised right hand was doing, as he could maneuver the direction he was aiming with his head whilst completing the interception. There'd not be so much difficulty in maneuvering around her axe head, as its blade was presumably flying at him rather than the broad, given that it'd have taken his arm had he not leaned towards her attack, in her attack's direction, closer to Abbey and the weapon she was swinging at him, ect, ect, thus putting him into a position to easily reach what needed to be reached. It was also worth noting how impressively long his arms were, with an astounding 84.5" fighting reach

Zande hadn't been faster, per say, though his timing had been impressive and he was, undoubtedly, a monster with dynamically powerful blows alluded to resemble those of a 'lumberjack on pcp'. He'd been anticipating her attack quite clearly, having prepped his axe, ready to counter, rather than simply swing it without a second thought. It was best to think of it this way. In terms of reach, she was moving her weapon from before her head to Zande's, a significant distance more than that between Zande's axe and the shaft of Abby's polearm by the time it reached its target, considering Zande's own axe would be within several inches of his head. It'd been a genuine strong attack, not a semi-immobile clothing dummy swing where only the arm moves and the body stays where it is, not angling at all. He'd have used his range of motion to its greatest extent to both reach his target and do so with enough power for his attack to be, as designated, a full swing.

Little needed to be said elsewise of his stepping away, as she'd only just sidestepped to the right and to move immediately back towards him, to the point of getting him within reach of her right hand, she'd need to weave hard and on short notice in the opposite direction towards Zande once again. For Zande with his solid footing and his quite original idea of keeping her in axe-whackin' range, it'd be less a matter of timing and prediction than speed, in particular considering how he'd made the initial move backwards and were she at so considerable an angle from him that he'd have to be superhuman to reach her polearm shaft, she'd be at odds to alter her momentum on the spot to dart after him under normal circumstances. Regardless, he was wary of how unusually prepared she'd been for his blow gun, and wasn't about to second guess what she was planning to do with her hidden hand.

Still, she was something else, the first one in a long time to rival his jungle man agility. Without skidding on the sand she abruptly altered her momentum and shot after Zande's legs like a cannonball. He was far from off in Lala Land, though, but her unusual technique did take him off guard and make him fall forwards. Rather than try to hold onto the weapons, Zande let them drop to either side and caught himself quite professionally on both hands, eyes wide this time with genuine surprise, not faked. That being said, he didn't pause for a moment. Abby's technical flaw was this; in an ankle lock you should make sure your own legs are wound about the opponent's captured limb so that can't bend their knee. Zande half-bent hard and fast at the knees to get his main mass and fat ass closer to Abbey, launching a wicked fart at her without hesitation or mercy, screaming at the top of his lungs. He'd then drop to his left forearm for stability as he raked his right hand through the sand and cast it hard behind him whilst peering over his right shoulder, seeking to peg the sand into her eyes when she released his right foot. There were a few reasons for this, and one of them was that he didn't want her to see his right hand summarily haul a large serrated knife from his belt a few seconds later, though he'd not be able to immediately use it, and his ankle may have been trashed by then if she went ahead and devoted herself to breaking it.

Wait. What? Did he actually fart at her? Yes, he did, and it smelled of rancid bananas and dead meat. Unholy shit.

The Thing That Should Not Be - Aibhilin vs Zande

@Liliya

Here are two other angles from old pictures that show his pauldron spikes in better detail.