That's why I wanted the tea party. But then Skalla had to blow up his lobby. Well he can't complain about interesting interactions going on in his lobby's now.
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That's why I wanted the tea party. But then Skalla had to blow up his lobby. Well he can't complain about interesting interactions going on in his lobby's now.
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Alright.
Good stuff, also.
Personality: Metz has a strange, almost erratic personality. At one time incredibly stern or sombre he can rapidly change to making odd jokes or dark comments. One can only assume Dark Mana has had some degenerative effect on his mind, changing whatever personality the original man had forever.
Personality Description: Khazna personality can be described as somewhat erratic. He often seems carefree, lighthearted, often joking or making light of even the most dangerous of threats. Khazna often makes himself appear to be foolish or dim. He does this seemingly to cause others to underestimate him. His jabs are often aimed to cause rivals to make mistakes when brought to wrath.
I see you continue to copy my style. :K
Also I think you having your leg behind you made me think you had your right shoulder facing me.
Metz is crouching with his left foot further back than his right, especially after being hit by the sword, so I guess it's about right.
Alright no moar edits, I'm writing from the current situation.
Well I made it more clear saying it would hit the left side of where his neck meets his shoulder.
His last position I probably overlooked since its at the start of the post. I always like to end mine with current pose at the finish.
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That's fine, so in regards to my question of the strike am I right in assuming he's launching a downwards strike from -his- right to -his- left? It's not necessarily clear which way the attack is going. I'd have though the other way would make more sense as he's trying to attack Metz' right shoulder, but that would then be counter-active to the direction his momentum is going when he turned with his right foot forward.
His right down toward his left yes. I think Skalla' guide had a name for all the positions you can strike from. To lazy to look it up now.
Also I imagined you would be facing me right side on for some reason, I'm not actually sure how Metz is standing ATM.
At the moment he has thrown the clone so he only has Serenity in hand. I usually use the name of the weapon to defer it from the cloned weapons. Which have no names.
So how exactly is Tab equipped at the moment? He just threw a clone sword with his right hand, so I assumed it was empty, but now he's striking with one of his swords in his right hand. Is he duel wielding or is he equipped with just one sword that is currently in his right hand? If so, when did he make the changeover, I'm not entirely clear.
He throw with his left hand over his extended right arm, I might have repeated myself by accident. Strange I thought I was very thorough with spell checks and the like.
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This left his right shoulder facing his opponent. He tapped Serenity against its clone he had caught earlier in his jump. The mibs within it reconstructing to hold their current form. The Cardinal then whirled the single edged blade around to an underhand grip and reared back his left hand. He read the threads of pulsing power, taking aim, finding now a second focal point of intersecting energy like a living artery.
Holding his right arm forward and down he waited as the storm began to die down. The winds slowing gradually before finally ceasing altogether. In that small window before the sand had fallen back to the ground once again Tablurath struck. Throwing his cloned sword like a javelin aimed for the mage’s left leg. Coming in at a slight downward angle to take advantage of the increased gravity. The incoming blade would become visible through the dust only a few feet away just as the sand cleared. Likely giving his opponent little to no time to respond before it impaled his leg and stuck into the sand behind in one blow. At only fifteen feet away Tablurath was basically in point blank range, having positioned himself so that the sun was at his back its light shining down in his opponents direction. His body remained tense and ready to bolt forward depending how his opponent reacted.
Nope, says his left hand is the one ready to throw. I suppose I could have added it had been thrown afterwards to clarify.
Tablurath heard the crack of gunfire, the sound audible in the quiet following the storms passing. Watching the barrels path with telescopic sight -allowing him to see through the remaining dust in the air- he predicted its path in his minds eye. Aroudn them the sand was already returning to the ground it had been kicked up from. Having thrown his swords clone over his right arm, he let his left hand rest above his right forearm. Tablurath’s previous preparation allowed him to easily intercept the incoming shot by angling Serenity by forty degrees up to his right with a twist of his wrist. Allowing the face of Serenity to deflect the shot to his right side.
The sound of metal striking metal echoed for a brief moment, the bullet just grazing his right shoulder and back as it sailed past him. Thus announcing the sound of metal scraping lead moments after the first as another indention cut a path through his shoulder plate. Thankfully missing flesh. His movements were frustratingly slower than he’d have liked, the increased gravity making itself known, but he didn't waste time lamenting that fact. Taking satisfaction that his real goal had been reached.
He pushed off his left leg as he shot forward, black mist weaving about him as it leaked from the sheath at his waist circling his form. He closed the distance in two heartbeats, following two bounding steps through the sand. He stopped some six feet away stepping forward with his right leg, causing his body to twist sideways allowing his weapon side to face the mage. Simultaneously making him a smaller target while giving greater range with Serenity. He swept his sword into a quick raft cut from the upper right down at an angle aimed for the left side of the Torm’s neck.
The path of his sword sailing through a gathering of ash from his upper right side, causing the vague shape of that same weapon to begin to materialize there. The threads of magic around them becoming more visible with every passing moment.
Meanwhile, perhaps, unnoticed by his opponent. The first canister of nano-machines had begun to leak a steady stream of mibs into the air some eighteen feet to the Torms right at his 4 O’clock.
The world shifted significantly as howling winds struck at the Cardinal from seemingly every direction. The mage had managed to avoid his assault as the sword sailed behind him before falling and impaling the sand a few dozen feet behind the mage. Tablurath’s grenade meanwhile blown off course rocketing away to his far left side sharply. Its internal timer damaged with a significant crack on one side of the sphere. Tablurath lost track of it in the ensuing storm, his spin taking him back earthward slightly to his right. He tucked in his feet and crossed his arms as he landed heavily on his right side going into a roll to absorb most of the impact.
He was up again in a one knee crouch when he heard the crack of another shot. A barely audible thud somewhere off to his left.
It seemed his opponent was now firing into the dark so to speak. The Khazna’s head spun and he felt the impact of the landing on his right hip and shoulder. Nothing serious, but his earlier flash point had taken more out of him than he had thought. The increased gravity pulling on his body. While he had trained under harsher gravity it was still a strain all the same. He also had not accounted for another sand storm so soon. Why would he? Predicting the weather was beyond him, yet something told him that this phenomenon was not wholly random.
Dammit! What was he doing? Anger welled up within him. Anger not aimed at his opponent, but himself. He had no time to play around here. His comrades in the lobby were still embroiled in that chaos; he could not afford to stay here much longer. Failing those under his command had been the burden that had sent him into self-exile. No, he would be repeating mistakes from the past. It was about time he started putting some real effort into this. He blocked out the roaring winds with shear mental discipline as he placed himself in his opponents shoes. Tapping into the full potential of his mind.
As the sand storm raged Tablurath took the time to catch his breath as he analyzed his opponent. His opponent was in some ways not to unlike himself. Making predicting his next move easier. The given conditions would leave him in a panic, his earlier experience leaving Tablurath to believe the man could not in fact see in the sandstorm. He’d thus be forced into the defensive.Waiting to react to the Cardinals next move given his options. The sand shifted at his feet as he inhaled- exhaling as he rose to his feet.
Tablurath’s internal clock suggested that the sand storm lasted no more than a few seconds previously, leaving only a few moments before it cleared once more. He bent his left leg behind him, leaning back so that his right foot straightened. This left his right shoulder facing his opponent. He tapped Serenity against its clone he had caught earlier in his jump. The mibs within it reconstructing to hold their current form. The Cardinal then whirled the single edged blade around to an underhand grip and reared back his left hand. He read the threads of pulsing power, taking aim, finding now a second focal point of intersecting energy like a living artery.
Holding his right arm forward and down he waited as the storm began to die down. The winds slowing gradually before finally ceasing altogether. In that small window before the sand had fallen back to the ground once again Tablurath struck. Throwing his cloned sword like a javelin aimed for the mage’s left leg. Coming in at a slight downward angle to take advantage of the increased gravity. The incoming blade would become visible through the dust only a few feet away just as the sand cleared. Likely giving his opponent little to no time to respond before it impaled his leg and stuck into the sand behind in one blow. At only fifteen feet away Tablurath was basically in point blank range, having positioned himself so that the sun was at his back its light shining down in his opponents direction. His body remained tense and ready to bolt forward depending how his opponent reacted.
He was up again in a one knee crouch when he heard the crack of another shot. A barely audible thud somewhere off to his left.
It seemed his opponent was now firing into the dark so to speak. The Khazna’s head spun and he felt the impact of the landing on his right hip and shoulder. Nothing serious, but his earlier flash point had taken more out of him than he had thought. The increased gravity pulling on his body. While he had trained under harsher gravity it was still a strain all the same. He also had not accounted for another sand storm so soon. Why would he? Predicting the weather was beyond him, yet something told him that this phenomenon was not wholly random.
Dammit! What was he doing? Anger welled up within him. Anger not aimed at his opponent, but himself. He had no time to play around here. His comrades in the lobby were still embroiled in that chaos; he could not afford to stay here much longer. Failing those under his command had been the burden that had sent him into self-exile. No, he would be repeating mistakes from the past. It was about time he started putting some real effort into this. He blocked out the roaring winds with shear mental discipline as he placed himself in his opponents shoes. Tapping into the full potential of his mind.
As the sand storm raged Tablurath took the time to catch his breath as he analyzed his opponent. His opponent was in some ways not to unlike himself. Making predicting his next move easier. The given conditions would leave him in a panic, his earlier experience leaving Tablurath to believe the man could not in fact see in the sandstorm. He’d thus be forced into the defensive.Waiting to react to the Cardinals next move given his options. The sand shifted at his feet as he inhaled- exhaling as he rose to his feet.
Tablurath’s internal clock suggested that the sand storm lasted no more than a few seconds previously, leaving only a few moments before it cleared once more. He bent his left leg behind him, leaning back so that his right foot straightened. This left his right shoulder facing his opponent. He tapped Serenity against its clone he had caught earlier in his jump. The mibs within it reconstructing to hold their current form. The Cardinal then whirled the single edged blade around to an underhand grip and reared back his left hand. He read the threads of pulsing power, taking aim, finding now a second focal point of intersecting energy like a living artery.
Holding his right arm forward and down he waited as the storm began to die down. The winds slowing gradually before finally ceasing altogether. In that small window before the sand had fallen back to the ground once again Tablurath struck. Throwing his cloned sword like a javelin aimed for the mage’s left leg. Coming in at a slight downward angle to take advantage of the increased gravity. The incoming blade would become visible through the dust only a few feet away just as the sand cleared. Likely giving his opponent little to no time to respond before it impaled his leg and stuck into the sand behind in one blow. At only fifteen feet away Tablurath was basically in point blank range, having positioned himself so that the sun was at his back its light shining down in his opponents direction. His body remained tense and ready to bolt forward depending how his opponent reacted.
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What I'm saying is that the rock itself isn't magical, it's actual rock from the ground being moved by magic. Sort of like how you couldn't just make all the shards of rock dissapear just because they'd been given momentum by a lightning bolt. It's the inherent weakness in 'magic immune' characters and the like, at least the way I see it. Magic can be used directly, or it can be used indirectly, for example by throwing a boulder at someone. You can't be immune to a boulder being thrown at you, and once the magic has transferred into momentum it's not magical in nature anymore.
Which essentially makes the Rock Pillar immune to your magic cutting effect once activated.
Metz is somewhat unhinged, he talks to himself a lot, one of the side effects of Black Mana use.
Well yes, what I was saying was the threads of magic is cut away from the effects history. If the magic never happened the conjuration or evocation never occurred. Thus the paradox that causes it to collapse.
But his Earth Pillar won't have that to worry about, he did see the first match so he won't be going anywhere near it.
Hmm, might have to sleep on this one. Couple things though.
1. What affect is gravity having? Presumably it's doubling the exertion of Flash-Point, as it's usually carried out without training weights and the gravity of the world is the equivalent of your character having his weights.
2. How did he get in the air using Flash-Point? Presumably the idea is that he can run really fast, not really sure how this translates to ending up thirteen feet in the air unless he can also jump with immense force, which leaves the question of how he isn't flying into the stratosphere. I can buy Flash-Point working on the ground, sort of, but in the air it seems dubious that he can cancel all that momentum. It might as well be a teleportation spell at that point, which is a pretty high tier power for this level.
3. You mentioned the sword was 'spinning' towards Metz, presumably that means its not hitting him hilt first? What part of the blade would be facing towards him if he remained stock still?
Also, as the blades were being kept in the air by some sort of spinning cog thing I don't claim to understand, now that two have left wouldn't the remaining two hit the ground? Can't remember what happened to them.
I'll have a reply tomorrow, but I would like an answer to question 2 and 3, question 1 is ultimately your decision much like me deciding when Metz has ran out of Mana, but Flash Point is a potentially devastating skill, I'd at least like to know if it has any discernible limits, much like Metz being unable to maintain that many spells.
1. His weights are equivalent to three times gravity (probably more since each weight is almost half his body weight). So they require more energy here so he uses it sparingly.
2. He sheds all the extra momentum into his Swords, which is part of the reason why he can only flash point to them. It's how he can stop from march speeds at a drop of a hat. As long as he has a clear path he can reach a spot. Think of it as pseudo teleportation with allot of requirements. He basically just jumped and caught it.
3. He hit it and aimed it in such a way it would hit him blade first if he did not move from his standing position now.
And yes the first sword pair hit the ground, two are spinning like a wheel on either side of him.
“Look toward the earth…” the Cardinal breathed under his breath.
Tablurath noted the man beginning to pull his pistol free once more. In response he struck another spinning sword so that it was sent sailing end over end toward the mage even as the field seemed to return to normal once more. He then allowed his grenades grip to fall to only his palm, pinky, and ringer finger leaving his middle finger, thumb, and forefinger free. Then in a sudden flash of movement Tablurath was gone. Becoming a blur of movement as he simply vanished. The increased gravity had been accounted for in his next manoeuvre right down to the shifting winds.
So he knew how far the sword he had struck earlier had reached, nearing the twenty eight foot mark from his own position. He reappeared now a little to the mages left side some 15 feet off the ground and thirteen feet away. Now airborne much like the sword he had struck first. That same sword now in his left hand along with the grenade still ticking away. He had stopped midair halfway through a spin himself, the right side of his body facing the mage. He swung his right foot around and sent his left arm out with speed- releasing the grenade from his grip simply by letting his pinky and middle finger open.
The device barreled toward the mage even as his earlier sword was doing the same from the mages right side coming in from a 2 O’clock angle. In that instance his opponent had precious seconds to respond. At just 8 feet away the grenade would explode covering a twenty foot area in a thick ash like black cloud. Just a heartbeat before his other Serenity clone was just ten feet away. Just a heartbeat away from striking, aimed for the mages right shoulder with abnormal precision.
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