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@DjAtomika
Kanitah Noraha Ayna - Crab Fisherman
Bita Noraha Stroma - Career Soldier
LeeRoy Brightmane - Newscaster
Lairabelle Ad Fortuna - Politician
Shincoco - MMA Trainer/MMA Fighter
A.R.P. - Tig Welder. (As the Welding torch.)
Alexander Beck Brighton - General Handyman, Construction Worker, Lumberjack, Fisherman, and Electrician. At the same time.
Peg - Stripper
Abraham Haddad - Mortician
Mikaevell Ad Fortuna - Starving Artist
Benedict "Doppler" Longinus - Politician

I would go through more, but I'm not gonna be here all day writing out characters and jobs.

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@ImportantNobody That was in fact, me.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

Still staring at the large black blob in the middle, the Pundambayan woman just sort of frowned behind her mask. There was no reply, and she started to feel a bit flush. Perhaps the blob in the middle was not quite sentient, and she was just standing there speaking to herself. If she weren't wearing a full helmet her foes would have seen her face turn bright red with embarrassment. Stepping away from the blob a few feet and raising her arms upwards, she popped her joints and began some stretches. If she were going to be fighting these three she may as well avoid getting a cramp, at least she wouldn't be in pain after this.

It's not like any of them look like any sort of threat. She mused the thought in her head, looking from one to another of the foes surrounding the central mass of black. We have a girly-girl who looks to be some sort of air-head. Flustered already and she's only spoken to one of the opponents. We've got a tall drink of water, literally a drink of water. What? Not bothering to press the subject of what in the world was animating a humanoid form of water, she looked to the last opponent.

A tall man who would be considered a pretty-boy back on Pundambaya.

Twisting the knob on the right of her helmet, a slight static crackling emerged from the mouthplate of her helmet. She spat words in the language of her three opponents while staring at Tordor. Words carrying a particularly spiteful bite towards the tall and thin man. "I hate pretty-boys."

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

I didn't notice you all had posted, my apologies.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

@Impaqt & @Skallagrim Due to my extended absence, and due to me holding this roleplay up for almost 2 weeks. For Skallagrim's sake, I forfeit this match so that I don't waste any more of his time.

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

With his body spiraling in the air after his strange contortion, Kanitah didn't hear the sound of his dirt-ball colliding with anything. Instead, he felt Fury slamming into his side elbow first, with enough force to snap the three ribs at the bottom of his rib cage entirely in half. Blood was force from the open wound on his chest and Kanitah was sent careening upwards into the sky, without the ability to fly, course correction was impossible. So he was at the mercy of the machinations of his flying foe. This left him hugely open, and though he would hit the ground shortly he was still vulnerable to immediate punishing assault. Kanitah hollered as he flew through the air, feeling the blood rush to his feet and the top of his head as he careened skyward.

A bit of numbness running through him as pain, bloodloss, and fear continued to make themselves known to his brain. The old Pundambayan veteran was, reasonably, starting to grow concerned about his own demise. Concerned about who was going to stop Bita before she did something reckless and stupid.

Concerned about who was going to tell his wife to stop setting the table for him.

In this kind of situation, normally Kanitah would stand back up and continue to fight. But right now, he can't particularly stand up. Because he's flying through the air, so he's forced to think about this while also facing the eminent kiss of the ground upon his body.

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

Letting his body weight drop down, he shoved the ground with both his hands and his feet. Launching himself directly upwards and over Fury's discus of energy, evading his foe's projectile by putting himself in an advantageous position. As Kanitah rose upwards into the air he contorted his body, much like a cat contorts itself mid fall to catch itself. Drawing back his right hand along with the rest of his torso, Kanitah spun himself around in mid air before releasing the sphere of rock hard dirt in a curveball trajectory. Aimed at Fury's lower body. With a downwards angle and a wide curve added to the throw, it would hit somewhere on Fury's hips or his upper thighs. While the ball would likely explode once it struck, it would still feel like a cannonball colliding with whatever part of Fury's body it strikes.

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

Unhindered by Fury's strike, Kanitah continued to sail forwards another seventeen meters before placing his hand on the ground and stopping himself with angular momentum. Kanitah's weight slung towards the earth and he brought his other hand around to counter balance himself. Both of his knees hit the ground with substantial force and cratered the ground below him, causing him to drop a second but softer time. A noticeable chill was in the air to him, he thought maybe night was beginning to fall for a moment.

It was much worse than simply night falling, Kanitah looked to the sky and saw no moon. The sun was still high in the sky, so he looked down. A steady ooze of blood was flowing from a freshly opened wound in his torso. Running from his left pectoral all the way down past his belly button, a clean cut that would have entirely gutted him if the engine hadn't been in the way. The cables that run through his chest and stomach were sliced open in several places and the skin had peeled apart to expose them to the air.

The cold was the blood flowing from him, and there was nothing he could really do to stop it. Not with Fury still conscious and on the attack.

Crouched down with both knees to the ground, Kanitah wasn't in the most opportune position for combat. Only the distance between them was keeping him safe, and knowing how quick Fury is. Kanitah was ready to react at the drop of a hat.

With his right hand clenching tightly around a handful of dirt, Kanitah dug into the earth. What he had done before was about to be repeated, but before he couldn't do this. With every pound of force focused into his right hand, Kanitah clenched that ball of dirt until it was as hard as stone. Extending his fingers again and clenching repeatedly to add mass to the hardened dirt ball.

Fury can shoot beams of energy. He thought. I can't do that, so my only ranged option is thrown objects. I hope that I can throw this hard enough.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

I'll get to posting later on, I've been sick as a dog lately. Running a fever and having to work constantly. I've been in a way of not being fucked to actually do anything, that's why I've been indisposed.

I feel as though the only thing keeping me alive is the fact that I've been drinking so much water, but today my fever broke. So I'm hoping for the best.