Green

ARENA - TFG

Move north one.

Green vs ???

Missed. Sweet! The man wasn´t about to fall over dead anytime soon. Lovely.

He continued the swing of his sword upwards, already knowing where the next strike would come from. In his peripheral vision, he could see Bodyslam twist his body, left shoulder back, right forward, a clear indication of the right arm thrusting forward. Mordem noted that his opponent was overly fond of thrusting attacks. Using that against him shouldn´t be a problem.

His sword flew over his shoulder, as he had intended if his first counter-attack had missed, and held vertically against his back. He bent his knees, and crouched forward, moving out of the path of the attack. The incoming blow, which involved a hidden blade, skid horizontally along the side of his sword, producing an uncomfortably high screeching noise. The blow itself carried such force that it would easily have skewered Mordem upon a direct hit. On it´s current path, however, the massive strength of his opponent went unnoticed. Upon contact, Mordem shifted his balance from his right leg to his left (front), and his upper body was brought forward. When Redshot´s arm was extended fully, Mordem would have skid his sword all the up to his opponent´s right elbow, utilizing the same weak spot as before, but this time able to use the full length of his blade since there was nothing between his sword and it´s mark. So came the blow. He brought his left arm forward, while his right hand was pulled towards his chest, slashing upwards over his shoulder, continuing downwards in what would be a continuous motion forward against Redshot´s left hand as well as it´s intended target, should the sword pass unhindered.

Destroy the Godmodder

As the wave from the shout passed by the godmodder, an oversized fetus was willed into existence by the massive particle clash, and shot a wave of psychic energy towards the godmodder´s back.

ARENA - TFG

Green enjoyed the mountainside, and moved one space to the left to observe the border of existence.

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I think that was what he meant.

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

Count me in.

Green vs ???

-Clunk-

Mordem would smile, but doing so would give away the game. Like any decent chess player would tell you, always sacrifice your queen to win the game. Or was it peasant? Eh. Whatever. Bondage was not surprised by his attack, which was good. A violent response was imminent. Here it comes. Mordem was more than ready for it.

When the man's hand tightened, and moved just slightly forward, Mordem shifted his body sideways, his left shoulder in front, as he took a step forward with his left foot, bending the other to drop slightly downwards in preparation for his following move. The staff shot past him, and as he had hoped, extended fully. His left hand gripped the lower part of the hilt of his sword, edge placed at Bourne's knee still, and was brought up with full force towards the exposed area on the inside of the man's elbow as he shifted. He was careful to avoid hitting the bottom part of the staff, which likely rested below the arm, and not on the side of which he attacked. To prevent a block, he made sure to use only the length of the sword that was required to hit the exposed area, and not extend the sword too far past the arm of his opponent, as that would likely be met by the staff resting (I assume) on the underside of the arm. His right hand leading, left hand pulling. The shift itself provided additional force, but did leave Mordem's back exposed to his opponent's right side. To exploit such relied on the result of this attack however, as his enemy would have to recover from the thrust fast enough to save his arm. If not, well.

Green vs ???

"So that you can exploit the opening? Sounds fun." Mordem said, taking another step towards Bongo. The guy was wearing armor that could withstand a .45 , and while he could see the marks from his bullets, it was obvious that it would never tear through. Well, whatever. Under the shoulders, joints, and neck area was usually less armored, if at all, and if his eyed served him right, the joints seemed very inviting. A bit too inviting perhaps, he´d find out soon enough. His opponent was proficient with a staff-like type of weapon, electrical in nature if the man was referring to it when he spoke. Mordem could only assume. It was likely not going to be an easy fight, thank god.

The staff had retracted from it´s full length. Had to keep an eye out for whenever it extended again, would allow for some hefty maneuvers that would be hard to deal with. Mordem walked casually into striking range, and swung his sword from right to left with his right arm, using a moderate amount of force, aiming at his left knee. It was, by Mordem´s assumption, not going to hit, neither was it meant to. His left side was as open and inviting as a bottle of water in Sahara, and he maintained a complete lack of a stance. Facing forward, standing nonchalantly like a plank made of rubber.

Green vs ???

His swing continued, reaching an angle where he had to decide if he wanted to cut the cable, or reel in and hope that the wooden wall would fail to withstand the force of his body. In hindsight, he should have bought another reel of steel wire before coming here. Oh well. His sword was brought down upon the wire, and he kept flying ahead. His speed became less of a problem, when it more or less nullified his fall, approaching the ground like a plane would approach a runway. It was for moments like these, that he even bothered wearing hard plastic leg guards. Hitting the ground lightly, he skid along the ground for 10 meters, his upper body leaned slightly backwards, and his right foot up front, and left knee down. The metal-reinforced boots produced sparks as he went. He wasn't attempting to slow down too much, as that would probably result in that he would suddenly come to a complete halt, and break every fricking bone in his lower body, and then some. Skidding also looked a lot cooler, so there's that.

As he slowed down further down the street, and came to a stop, he pulled something from a pouch, and rose to his feet slowly. He put on his shades, and pushed the trigger on the detonator that he retrieved right after. It was a moment he expecting to be very Cool-guys-don't-look-at-explosions-esque. Instead, it turned out to be nothing more than.. Well, nothing. He faced the building he had just swung around. A steel wire hanging one third across the street. A mix of anger, and excitement on his face. "Fuck it."

He started walking back towards where he had left Bobby Brown. He figured he'd just hit him with his sword until he fell down, or something. Guy had a metal stick, big deal. He rounded the corner, sword in hand. "Okay. So you're not retarded. Congratulations. Keep that shit up, and I will be very.. very.. satisfied." He pointed his sword forwards. "How about we solve this in a more direct manner, hm?"

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Point. But if we take into account that psychic and telepathic abilities (mind control) is generally not allowed in an Arena fight, I'd still say he's mostly tier 3. I wonder what tier the Hulk would fit in.