GreivousKhan

NoW: GreivousKhan vs. Yoshua171 Rnd: 2

He can see as long as there is some light. In total blackness he'd only have the auras of living things and magic to see. Also not his mask does have in built night vision.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - an Orcish saga

This always happens for some reason. This always gets a bunch of interest than one page in, everyone vanishes. Come on man.

[Ranked] 2 v 2 battle! Reapers Vs Champions; A Dance of Blades!

As the elven women mysteriously spun about in place, this allowed Torder to brush past her as she tried to regain her footing. He was not really sure how this woman had suddenly turned in place in such an awkward fashion yet still seemed mostly unharmed, perhaps her shield had really made itself useful, but he was not about to lose this chance to end this. His right foot landed and allowed him to brace himself as he draw his left leg back and around, allowing him to turn his body about. Using his accelerated speed to his advantage to follow the turn of his opponent, only without the lack of balance.

So by the time his opponent had regained her footing Tordor was ready. As the elf suddenly sent a desperate punch in his direction he made no move to avoid it. The blow would strike the left side of his face and twist it slightly to one side. However, the gravewalker was happy enough to trade that blow for his own strike. Using the sudden shift of his momentum from his spin to cut toward his opponents exposed throat, given the alignment from earlier the path of his sword was just right. Pulling his left hand back as his right pushed forward further up the swords grip. Thus allowing the fuller part of his sword below the edge to threaten to cut open the woman's throat in one blow. Unholy black fire still enveloping the sword all the while.

Given her awkward position and distance, she would have one hell of a time getting a sword up in time. Dodging would be another feat all together as she was in the middle of throwing a punch. He hated the very idea but, his opponent had given him no choice but, to use deadly force if he was to get to his ally in time.

NoW: GreivousKhan vs. Yoshua171 Rnd: 2

Deductions

Tablurath was wondering when his opponent would begin to start manifesting his other sources of magical manipulation aside from heat and light. Prior analysis of his opponent revealed his excessive weight would make it impossible for him to obtain flight without some other unseen addition to aid in allowing him to leave the ground. This either meant polarization, thus giving cause for his excessive use of metal along his body and wings, or his opponent was also an aeromancer of some skill.

The world froze as Tablurath superhuman thought processing began to perceive the world around him at speeds impossible for nearly any other biological creature. First, he had to find the thread of wind. To the naked eye the weaving of magic would be invisible to the average mortal. The Cardinal, however, could see the pale grey weaving of magic as it shifted the very air currents around him as easily as a hound heard a dog whistle.

As Tablurath released the grenade the shifting of air pressure instantly reacted, and so did Tablurath. It only required a simple flick his sword hand to have the very tip of his blade intercept the web of magic that had weaved itself before him, its power attracted to the starlhrim metal pulling the threads of air magic to itself like a magnet. Feeding off of it and allowing Tablurath to pull it away as easily as passing his hand to the left. He had readied his sword earlier just for such an occasion for when, not if, his opponent would rely on such tricky. Magic users tended to quite predictable and thankfully the Asaran had manipulated the wind very near to the Cardinal.

Sadly the winged warrior had not known that his opponent had a sword woven of the stuff of an arcanist worst nightmare. So without the magic influencing the wind itself, there was no wall of air to prevent his grenade from its planned trajectory. Further manipulation of wind would merely follow the thread of energy into the Cardinals sword as it acted as a temporary drain. There was simply not enough time, less than half a second, to end the one effect and create a new one before his pseudo missile was where it needed to be – thus a hail of fragmentation threatened to rip his opponents left side to pieces. The prior actions before unchanged.

When it came to a war of deductions and tactical analysis, the General was simply on a whole other level than his flying friend. He was after all a Dream Hunter.

NoW: GreivousKhan vs. Yoshua171 Rnd: 2

Btw, I have a question. Would Khazna's perception be effected at all by bright flashes of light, or pitch darkness?

@yoshua171

Yes and no, his eyes can be effected by bright light and such like anyone else. But that's one of the reasons he wears his mask in the first place.

Arena Chat Thread

There is currently quite a bit of flooding outside of my apartment right now, at least 5 inches in some parts.

Yet my manager expects me to walk a mile to the bus station, and then another quarter mile from the bus stop to get to work.

I love reasonable human beings.

@LeeRoy

You could take it as a compliment. Clearly he thinks you're Jesus Christ.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - an Orcish saga

I hope this isn't dead. o.o

[Ranked] 2 v 2 battle! Reapers Vs Champions; A Dance of Blades!

I forgot all about this again, I'll try witting up a post while I have some free time from my match. Which has my top priority atm.

NoW: GreivousKhan vs. Yoshua171 Rnd: 2

Choices

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
For want of a shoe, the horse was lost;
For want of a horse, the rider was lost;
For want of a rider, the message was lost;
For want of the message, the battle was lost;
For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

There were countless paths to one's future one could take. Often the smallest miniscule decision could have incredible and unforeseen effects on the future. A small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system could - in theory - result in large differences in a later state on a much grander scale. The myriad of possibilities that could transpire, however, could often times be manipulated when just the right push of the right wheel was given.

Tablurath had already began spinning those wheels of fate in which his opponent must dance; for this was only the opening act. Strength and power only went so far after all. Khazna was a man quiet accustomed to solving his problems through more than sheer brute force. His ability to read an individual was simply unrivaled. As far as he was concerned at least. Many called him arrogant, but he thought himself as merely pragmatic. He had foreseen nearly every move his opponent would, or could, make before the winged warrior had ever conceived them. Still this was no great feat for the Cardinal- nothing worthy of even boasting. It was simply fact.

So when the already perceived moment his adversary began to jerk his body to the left Tablurath of course knew what the Asaran was attempting and judged the direction and trajectory faster than any normal man could hope to comprehend. The reason for his earlier arming of his grenade was born for this precise circumstance. Along with that the need for one of his hands to remain free and near his belt to capitalize on this possibility; now made real. He had judged it right down to the very nanosecond all based on his previous information he had been given on his opponent.

His free right hand flashed in a blur of motion, flinging the grenade attached to his belt forward harder than any fastball thrown by a mundane individual could manage. Not toward his opponent or even in the direction he had committed to. Instead it flew into the ring of swords just as the detonator armed itself just a little more than a couple feet to his opponents left. The moment he had let the explosive device go he had followed with a quick snap of his fingers.

This combination of events caused two things to happen. One was the quick breaking down of the four swords as they prepared to return to their previous configuration of countless mibs, not a slow process but not an instant one either, just as the mib grenade exploded. The device was non-lethal normally, producing a powerful bang and enough explosive strength to cover a large area in nanomachines.

With the sudden break down of the sword clones, however, the normally mostly harmless grenade sent those still breaking down fragments of each sword clone in every direction. Effectively turning the super sharp blades into deadly shrapnel. The fragments would now be flying with enough force to tear through tissue, iron, and even puncture the very rocks at their feet with frightening effectiveness. They existed for only a few seconds, more than enough time to tear up his opponent considering the near point blank range. On top of that it blanketed the area of roughly 30 feet in a thick black cloud of ash that would render all normal sight useless. Coating the Asaran warrior in more than deadly fragmentation. His saving grace might be that those fragments would return to individual mibs before his wounds had even began to bleed.

Tablurath for his part remained where he was, several pieces of his own pseudo fragmentation grenade dissipating just short of reaching him. Though one did manage to reach him in time to be a real threat, forcing him to intercept with Mercy. The spark of starlhrim metal on starlhrim ignited on his sword's edge. He berated himself for his own carelessness, he realized he had stopped 3.3 inches to close. Normally starlhrim swords, even clones, would be highly resistant to such an explosion and would have come out unscathed. Since they had been breaking apart to return to mibs their weakened resilience had allowed him to spring a trap on his opponent. The nanites left behind by his opponent soon encountering nanomachines to small to hitch any ride on sadly.

He crouched low then retrieved a handful of stones even while the ringing of the explosion was fresh in his opponent's ears, even as he focused on the vocals points of his opponents magical network. He was now within the radius of his own smoke screen, but he had memorized the exact positions of every rock from the moment he had arrived. As for his opponent, well they were currently lit up as bright as a Christmas tree to his aura sensitive eyesight. He doubted his opponent could see in such conditions but only time would tell. The wheels were spinning to Tabluraths tune for now, but it was early enough in this bout for his opponent to change the course to his own favor.

Assuming he was in one piece enough to do so.

NoW: GreivousKhan vs. Yoshua171 Rnd: 2

I'm here just finished my shift. Btw, what direction did you zig to when you dodged to the side?