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The Beast Master and the Beast Queen

@Rilla
Totally forgot to post, getting right on that.

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I'd do it. Sounds like a blast.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

With the last of the water passing by him, Sigmund recovered his composure. Looking out the gap that he had left in the building, dust and debris fluttering in the wind outside. A sparking figure, clad in blue energies was flying in front of him. "You!" The Splatterer howled at General Freedom from inside of the building, taking a few steps away from the pillar he was leaning on.

At last, he was directly in Sigmunds' path. The Splatterer was about to do what he does best. Bending down to use his arm as a third leg, he lunged towards the hole in the building at full speed. Just as he was preparing to leap from the ledge and grapple Freedom in the air, he saw a figure below.

For a scarce second he couldn't recognize her, but when the numerous arms moved to raise her shield it became incredibly self evident. The focus from the hero immediately shifted to the villainous bitch, Sigmund reached his arm around the edge and locked himself in place.

"You should have kept running, Kali! I'm no pawn in your plan, you mutant freak! I just want people to die!" Sigmund let loose another kiloton blast from his mouth. A solid sphere of death that he let loose on Kali. Immediately drawing in another breath and charging a secondary blast. If the first one struck her, he was going to follow up with another and another. No charging, none of the pausing to check to see if she's alive.

No, Sigmund was tricked and humiliated by this woman. The Splatterer was going to blow her to a liquid mush on the Gotham streets before dealing with General Freedom.

He hadn't heard what Freedom said about it being a big mistake for her to show herself. But it was true, so very true.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

The sphere in his mouth doubled in size as energy continued to build, peeling his own jaws back unnaturally wide as it continued to grow. Just as Sigmund was preparing to launch his explosive at the central support, a crashing and sloshing sound echoed through the air. He turned his ear toward the source of the sound, the sphere ceasing its charge due to his distraction. With a slight yelp, Sigmund's surprise was hilariously evident. A wall of water slammed into his body at about chest height, innitially releasing his footing for a moment before he caught himself on a nearby pillar.

Sigmund's weight causing the pillar to crack and bend, but not yield entirely. As the wall of water persisted it's flow, Sigmund looked towards the source. A hallway across from him, directly to his right. The madman turned his face towards the source of water and let loose his charged blast, aiming straight forward. It was a blind shot in the hopes of it striking his opponent or at least slowing the water for a moment.

It was almost two kilotons worth of explosive power, so hopefully it would accomplish something other than wanton destruction. Though, wanton destruction is nice too.

Where had all this water even come from!?

While Sigmund was growing angrier as time passed, he was also growing more confused. Why was the hero of earth, this big old American fuckwit refusing to fight him?

It's as though he thought Kali was a more pressing matter.

Maybe he didn't think that when Sigmund was finished spreading General Freedom across the pavement; That Sigmund wasn't going to do the exact same to Kali when he finds her again.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Crunch!

That was the noise he wanted to hear. It wasn't bone, but it was something breaking. Kanitah had broken through his foe's armor, and even though his assault hadn't yielded as much of an impact as he would have liked, he was making ground. Kanitah's body flew facefirst to the ground, both of his arms still extended forwards. His fingers splayed out and he caught himself with both hands, letting his own weight go over. The strange alien grass tickling at his hands for a scarce moment as they touched the ground. This threw Kanitah into a backflip that put him in the air once again. With a bit of style, Kanitah shifted his weight so that he would spin around and be facing Fury once again.

With a loud thud, Kanitah's feet slammed into the ground. A small wave of air pushing away from his legs as he landed, causing the grass to bow to its kiss. Honestly, he was kind of proud of himself. "Fury, I don't know why you do what you do. In the end I suppose I don't care. But what I do know, is that I've been holding back on you this whole time. And you've been holding back on me." A smug grin crossed the older man's face, his beard bending with the curvature of his cheeks.

"So, let's stop dancing about and get to real fighting, Fury!" Kanitah threw his entire weight into shifting his posture, lifting his right leg upwards and rotating his body with it. Slamming his foot into the ground, putting himself in a squared martial stance, lifting both hands up to face level and pointing them towards the Fireen. "Because this time around, I'm going to show you what a real fighter can do!"

Kanitah knows that he has to fight without restraint, to have to set aside his own want and need to try and help Fury. Kanitah knows full well that the idea of beating the evil out of Fury won't work, even though he wishes sincerely that were how it worked.

Kanitah has to beat the courage out of Fury, he has to beat the senses out of Fury.

The Hero of Pundambaya has to beat Fury so resoundingly that he is too scared to ever harm someone else.

Arena Chat Thread

Is it bad to say, that I patiently waited two weeks after my 21st birthday for a day off so that I would have a full day to recover from getting shitfaced?

Because that's what I did.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

Oh there he was, you know, the big ass building that he could have sworn was a thousand stories tall. Though, that was only the Big City Effect. The tower was nowhere near as tall as he previously thought, so Sigmund shot himself down the road towards it. Slamming into another building before leaping towards the Ril-La and Melon Hed building.

Sigmund clatters through the twenty-second floor window, barreling headlong into the tile flooring. Chunks of tiling and wood paneling exploded from his impact zone, shattering other windows on the other side of the building. As he recovered his composure from his impact, Sigmund started howling. A primal and unpleasant screech that belted forth from his mouth, the thick aura opening a mouth of its own. Giving him the unpleasant appearance of having a mouth within a mouth. Quite the unpleasant sight to go with an equally unpleasant noise.

Sigmund's upturned head and open mouth spelled out a terrible assault that he was preparing.

Something that he used for the express purpose of destroying everything in a single direction. Another sphere of explosive energy formed inside of his mouth, a loud humming noise permeated the air as he began to charge this projectile. The madman's chest heaved as he took in another sharp breath, Sigmund let out another howl.

The longer he charges this, the more damage it's going to do. But his goal is to cause fear, not to cause maximum damage. If someone had the ability to look at the layout of the entire building at once, they would notice that Sigmund was dead center on the 23rd floor. The elevator shaft being directly next to him, meaning that he was near some of this building's major supports.

The sphere glowed brightly, the air around it began crackling with smaller sparks and explosions.

Sigmund was going to level this building from the inside.

Or, blast Freedom, if Freedom made the mistake of trying to interrupt him.

(Explosive Charge; 1 Turn)

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

@Skallagrim
Just asking a question.

Do you know how many feet uh. . .975 stories would be?

Because it's about 10,556 feet tall.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

@Skallagrim

But no, this Splatterer was a mishmash of powers, none that really seemed to mesh well, and much like his appearance they presented a horrid and confusing problem.

@Skallagrim

Ding Ding Ding! Got it in one! Exactly what I was going for with Sigmund's ability set. Because they're violently corrupted derivatives of the Godly Source Powers. Due to their artificial nature.