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Discord crashed lads. Can't get back in.
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I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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11 yrs ago
[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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Exactly what he had been waiting for too. For some reason, Fury hadn't been flying this whole time and Kanitah couldn't put a bead on the reason why. Forcing his opponent into the air to see how he moves is exactly what he had been working towards. The cut bridge was unfortunate, for a moment he dropped downwards. With one hand he latched onto the pillar that it was threaded between, sliding down it slowly. Turning around at some point by swapping hands on the pillar and turning his chest. "You know, Fury." Shaking his head to get the headphones out of his ears. "If you hadn't attacked Khold for no reason, you and I wouldn't be in this predicament. So I'll cut you a deal." With a swift kick to the left he opened up a foothold on the webbing, stopping his downward movement entirely. Or at least momentarily. "I'm not gonna kill you, but what I am gonna do is beat you until you apologize personally to Khold. And then I'm gonna beat you until you forget your own name." With a look that bore no uncertainty, no second thoughts about what he had just said, Kanitah stared at Fury with what could almost be equated to a giddy smile.

What he was really trying to do right now, is bide as much time as possible. The Pundambayan knew his limits, Darligrov and the engine kept him going until he shut them off. Though he grew tired his body maintained the same amount of force and speed necessary to continue fighting until he can't take the pain and exhaustion anymore. But Fury's limits were yet to be seen, and through a few rash assumptions he's been thinking about how he hasn't been flying. The first suspicion that he had was confirmed. Fury used his own power to suspend himself in the air, based on the glow that he had around himself. That means that he's expending energy. If Fury ran on limited energy, then Kanitah's best bet for defeating him easily was to outlast him.

If Fury didn't run on short amounts of energy, then this bit of respite as he stares Fury down was the best rest he can afford in combat. Underneath the webs and in the vast and seemingly bottomless catacombs below he might be able to get some time to rest. Though that would require Fury being down there with him, so he could keep an eye on his movements to prevent Khold and any other bystander from getting hurt by the Fireen. Continuing the statement from earlier he brought up that ugly little smile of his again. "Have we got a deal?"
20th birthday too, so now I've officially survived two decades.
In Swordfight 12 yrs ago Forum: Arena Roleplay
I haven't had practice with this character or his family line in a while, and I thought this would be the best place to put him.
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In Swordfight 12 yrs ago Forum: Arena Roleplay
Character name: Bah Rhon the Swift

Age: 14

Height: 4'3"

Weight: 112lbs

Body type: Thin, athletic, almost malnourished in appearance

Appearance: Rather short and girlish, he's got that Greek face, you know the one. The same face as on every statue crafted in Greece at the height of its power. A beautiful young man he's often underestimated due to his soft appearance, that soft appearance belies a great talent passed down through his bloodline. The blood of heroes.

His eyes are emerald green and his hair is jet black. Swept back over his ears to keep it out of his eyes in combat. The hair of heroes is hard to keep cut, unfortunately.

Personality: Bah Rhon is a silent and rather gentle sort, despite his history of combat. Often talking while in battle, never letting himself be without a last word I suppose. Though he is just a boy in modern times he is a full grown man from his time. He's short, but not at all immature.

Abilities:
Swift as a Horse, Light as a Feather: Bah Rhon's bloodline gives every male child born an ability of their ancestral hero. Bah Rhon received the speed of his ancestor, as fast as a horse in full gallop he can run at 45kmh/28mph. This also helps him jump and leap from place to place, such as over the heads of enemies on the battlefield. His balance is also nothing to be sneezed at, he can keep himself aloft on an unsteady surface far longer than normal man.

Trained Strength and Swordsmanship: From the age of six he was physically starved and trained at the brink of exhaustion to harden his thin frame to the best of his abilities. He is able to fight normal men on equal terms without yielding to their superior size.

Gear:

A simple but incredibly durable damascus steel sword: Measuring two feet long and two inches wide, it is a broadsword to one as short as Bah Rhon. The blade was hand forged, folded, and repeatedly quenched to make the blade as flexible as possible without it being limp. Although there is nothing magical or particularly remarkable about the blade itself it is not a sword to be taken lightly. It will not yield to any assault.

A simple but durable suit of studded leather armor: Bearing his family's crest of an Ox stamping a Dragon into the ground it is his bloodline's standard. The thick and sturdy leather slows blades enough to prevent stabbing injuries. It is not impressive, although it covers every part of his body save for his head. The family motto is: "If you lose your head, you didn't deserve it."
The first pillar was completed and Erde was contented, now comes the more difficult part. As the cloud cover was being sliced in two by the column of earth, he was thinking about how he could clear the air of more clouds. Spread it out over a longer distance. He couldn't just walk around with a pillar being dragged behind him, that would be unproductive and inefficient. A giant fan? That could work, at least for a few miles. Erde began folding the ground in front of him, raising it up and flattening it against itself, placing it in tighter and tighter layers until it became a neat little fan shape. What he'll do with it next will be in his next post.
Hooray! Important is back! I had actually intended to be further into the roleplay before you got back!
Also Green, PM.
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OH THAT KIND OF GEAR
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