LeeRoy said
Not with your horns buried 4 feet into the fat of a massive ursine monster.And claws.
Why not?
He was already holding pincers. It literally would just take turning about and tossing him.
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Why not?
He was already holding pincers. It literally would just take turning about and tossing him.
LeeRoy said
And that's another thing, you're spinning? How many actions are you doing in one turn?
Technically there is no limit to amount of actions, but it means a greater chance of an interrupt if a person can do so.
LeeRoy said
Wait a tick.You charged up and expelled poison in one turn (Through your buttocks, which I don't read anywhere in your CS of him being able to do that. Because its connected to your mouth.), and you're assuming that a dose is capable of immediately incapacitating a bear that has zero requirements to breathe(Stated in my CS.). Which he wouldn't be doing through his mouth, which is firmly closed around your hindquarters. Or breathing period, because this place stinks of evil and bloodshed.
I actually asked Skalla beforehand if the toxins could be expelled that way, and they can, though not as effectively as normal means.
And he does not have to breath it to for it to burn his eyes or nose. Besides, that was part of why he was spinning in the first place, in case the toxins did not quell him. :K
I think this would make an overall good theme song for Snarnorgul or Adinraen.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrk3y6SPLDU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrk3y6SPLDU
Snarnorgul continued to cut away into the great bears arms with it's powerful pincers, even as he sliced deeper and deeper into it's stomach with his lower claws. At this rate his foe would surely be disarmed, perhaps literally, as well as disemboweled. Suddenly a sharp pain caused Snarnorgul to buck his head back ripping a wider wound across the bear’s chest in a savage line unconsciously pulling loose. It seemed this creature had found some means of retaliation after all. Jaws were snapping at his hindquarters ripping scales sending jolts of pain up his back causing his pelvis to crack from the pressure, focused under the area his formidable exoskeleton protected.
This was a most troubling turn of events, and until now Snarnorgul had not even imagined this insufferable inferior creature was even capable of doing it any real harm. Now it seemed in danger of suffering a swift defeat if the situation was not reversed and soon. The odd angle meant he could not get his lower arms into position to defend against this humiliating attack. Snarnorgul snarled in protest and anger at the audacity of his enemy. He would not take such insult sitting down, or standing up as the cause would appear to be. Snarnorgul's upper massive limbs still held Sukoh aloft with pincers digging into flesh. Snarnorgul decided that a change of tactic was in order, thus Snarnorgul clamped down hard into the bear’s tendons. He then ripped his right arm loose with a savage pull which might tear away clumps of flesh and likely tearing an artery in the process. That was not his goal however, for even as he bent his right arm slightly, he quickly delivered a punishing elbow down at an angle aimed for the biting head at his lower back, the awkward bend of his goat-like legs eased the effort of the attack.
The strike would meet either neck or head, which it mattered little, for the way in which Sukoh had choose to bite him meant he had leaned within easy each reach of his elbow blow. With rock hard points of spine made of chitin and bone at its end, the attack might resemble a morning star being swung around on the head of a human. The force of this was easily akin to an anvil let full on a large balloon of water with the considerable strength of Snarnorgul. What might have otherwise been a decisive blow was somewhat anemic due to the lack of momentum aside from the downward fall. It would rock Sukoh with a powerful concussive force all the same, likely increasing whatever damage his mind blast might have inflected beforehand. Even after the single blow Snarnorgul would shoot his arm up again, his clutched princes stabbing into the same injured side they had clutched previously like a spear, before letting fall another jackhammer elbow strike to the beasts head.
The size of the bears head made it an easy target from this angle, and Snarnorgul doubted there was layers of fat enough around it's skull to weather such an assault. Snarnorgul in any case would continue this back and forth, quickly deforming the bears head or breaking jaws and bone should it's head remain in elbows each. All the while his left arm was still pressing down on the under arm of the bears right arm, threatening to snap it off at this point if nothing was done to prevent it. A single arm was all he needed to support the dire bear’s otherwise great weight.
This was a most troubling turn of events, and until now Snarnorgul had not even imagined this insufferable inferior creature was even capable of doing it any real harm. Now it seemed in danger of suffering a swift defeat if the situation was not reversed and soon. The odd angle meant he could not get his lower arms into position to defend against this humiliating attack. Snarnorgul snarled in protest and anger at the audacity of his enemy. He would not take such insult sitting down, or standing up as the cause would appear to be. Snarnorgul's upper massive limbs still held Sukoh aloft with pincers digging into flesh. Snarnorgul decided that a change of tactic was in order, thus Snarnorgul clamped down hard into the bear’s tendons. He then ripped his right arm loose with a savage pull which might tear away clumps of flesh and likely tearing an artery in the process. That was not his goal however, for even as he bent his right arm slightly, he quickly delivered a punishing elbow down at an angle aimed for the biting head at his lower back, the awkward bend of his goat-like legs eased the effort of the attack.
The strike would meet either neck or head, which it mattered little, for the way in which Sukoh had choose to bite him meant he had leaned within easy each reach of his elbow blow. With rock hard points of spine made of chitin and bone at its end, the attack might resemble a morning star being swung around on the head of a human. The force of this was easily akin to an anvil let full on a large balloon of water with the considerable strength of Snarnorgul. What might have otherwise been a decisive blow was somewhat anemic due to the lack of momentum aside from the downward fall. It would rock Sukoh with a powerful concussive force all the same, likely increasing whatever damage his mind blast might have inflected beforehand. Even after the single blow Snarnorgul would shoot his arm up again, his clutched princes stabbing into the same injured side they had clutched previously like a spear, before letting fall another jackhammer elbow strike to the beasts head.
The size of the bears head made it an easy target from this angle, and Snarnorgul doubted there was layers of fat enough around it's skull to weather such an assault. Snarnorgul in any case would continue this back and forth, quickly deforming the bears head or breaking jaws and bone should it's head remain in elbows each. All the while his left arm was still pressing down on the under arm of the bears right arm, threatening to snap it off at this point if nothing was done to prevent it. A single arm was all he needed to support the dire bear’s otherwise great weight.
There's alternate earth, techno, and all these other nice places. I don't think it would be hard to find a place to go.
LeeRoy said
It's really a matter of Logic. Eating Sukoh will take a lot longer than Sukoh eating Snarnorgul here.
Most likely, but I think his arms will be lost sooner.
And no problem Skalla. ^^
You have my well wishes. :D
Them epeens, also PM for you Skalla.
The scythe blade connected from the opposite angle but scored indecisive damage. As Shenestra flew backward from the force of her sprint pack, she registered the distinct sound of a weapon being fired, and something metallic striking the floor just ahead of her as she retreated. Proving her suspicions that he would turn too his pistol the moment he was given a chance. There was no time to bring her blades to bear, with her right arm as it was it would do little good. Thinking quick on her feet (despite not being on them presently) her left arm shot up and fired off her omni-whip. It struck and embedded itself in the rooms many techno pillar like structures.
The new anchor allowed her to radically change the course of her flight into a wide round turn to her left, adding to her momentum by she tucking in her legs and body. Her hyper senses allowed her to see the oncoming rounds as if they moved with shallow slothfulness, belying their killing potential, just as the second round shoot toward her. She had only shifted enough however to turn the possibly fatal wound into a close cut. It ripped through a portion of her armor there, slicing through the skin-suit to leave a bloody gash.
Thankfully the shots seemed far enough apart from each to allow her to pass around the pillar before the third came barreling toward her. Her omni-whip had already disengaged, and using her sprint-pack, adjusted her self into a spin that aligned her feet with another pillar she was already on a path toward. She kicked off of it and rolled, left shoulder first, into a crouch behind another such support beam. North east of the clockwork mans current position. He leg still stung from the close shave, but already the wound had closed over as the bleeding stopped. She began to assess the situation. With her arm as it was, she knew she would need to avoid close conflict until her mind settled fully into Reverie. Which would take some time still.
An idea then came to her, and she began then to gather the nether energy from around the room. This would be highly risky, but it might prove useful in ending this conflict quickly.
The new anchor allowed her to radically change the course of her flight into a wide round turn to her left, adding to her momentum by she tucking in her legs and body. Her hyper senses allowed her to see the oncoming rounds as if they moved with shallow slothfulness, belying their killing potential, just as the second round shoot toward her. She had only shifted enough however to turn the possibly fatal wound into a close cut. It ripped through a portion of her armor there, slicing through the skin-suit to leave a bloody gash.
Thankfully the shots seemed far enough apart from each to allow her to pass around the pillar before the third came barreling toward her. Her omni-whip had already disengaged, and using her sprint-pack, adjusted her self into a spin that aligned her feet with another pillar she was already on a path toward. She kicked off of it and rolled, left shoulder first, into a crouch behind another such support beam. North east of the clockwork mans current position. He leg still stung from the close shave, but already the wound had closed over as the bleeding stopped. She began to assess the situation. With her arm as it was, she knew she would need to avoid close conflict until her mind settled fully into Reverie. Which would take some time still.
An idea then came to her, and she began then to gather the nether energy from around the room. This would be highly risky, but it might prove useful in ending this conflict quickly.
Sukoh has a long ass neck.
I think he might regret his choice of attack this time. >:)
I think he might regret his choice of attack this time. >:)
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