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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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I think I've already established that none of the events in the Arena mirror the events in my Multiverse. So any number of the gods, titans, divines, occults, architects, and the singular awoken, wouldn't be bothered by being called ascended beings.

Especially the Awoken. He's literally JUST an ascended being. That's kind of his thing.
For the sake of saving time, I just sort of closed most of the gap in that post. So the two aren't separated for much longer.
Reaching the end of the water's depth, Shin mounted the sandy cliff face and began scaling. With solely the use of his arms, Shin used the blade of his weapon as a support by jabbing it into the wall. Clawing and gripping, pulling and forcing himself. The assassin overcame the obstacle of the cliff with haste, pulling himself over the edge to finally take in a relieving breath. Without the pressure of the water on his body, that breath was a relief, a literal breath of fresh air. Nearly collapsing on the cliff, Shin was forced to stand on his toes. There was no way that he could put pressure on his heels.

Looking about, Shin could barely make sense of the world around him. Though most of it looked the same, so he could still see how far away he had moved from his opponent. It was almost certainly too late now, there was no time. He might have the time to cross the distance and deliver a single strike, but he would have to move now. But with how quickly the fight he watched was cut short, Shin was expecting to be forced to abscond any second now. Shin tucked the handle of the kusarigama into the chain so that the blade stuck out just over his knuckles.

Lamenting the unfortunate circumstances, Shin decided to rely on something that he had only ever used once before. Dropping down onto all fours, Shin bent his legs at the knees and kept his toes pressed to the ground. Placing the tips of his fingers to the ground, Shin lowered himself into a bestial stance. Keeping most of the pressure from the bottoms of his feet on his toes and fingers, Shin was forced to make himself look like an idiot. Not even the first time he was forced to do this, and the first time was even more humiliating.

Weighing himself a little bit, Shin felt slightly alleviated due to the sudden knowledge of how gravity was affecting him. Strange how knowledge can come from a dip in some water, but it wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever experienced.

With his body now balanced a little better, Shin swayed himself back and forth on his toes and fingers before bursting into a full sprint. Raising his weight upward and back before launching himself from the cliff's edge, Shin swung his arms around in a wide circle and before reaching the ground he leaned his weight forwards. Meeting the ground with his feet and hands, Shin continued to throw his weight forwards so that he rolled to reduce the impact. Before slowing down completely, Shin righted himself and popped back up into a standing posture. Now about halfway back to his opponent, Shin took another deep breath. Glaring directly at Metz.

Slowly but surely, Shin walked on his toes towards Metz. Making sure to slide his feet and keep his toes spread wide. Trying his best not to sink into the sand.

The only thing left was to get back into the fray. Shin didn't know how much energy Metz still had, and though Shin was still running on full, he was starting to slow down due to his injuries.

The assassin would be willing to bet money that this day was probably going to get worse before it got better.
Honestly don't know what you're talking about with that veiled insults comment. I'm not prone to breaking character just to insult someone, what was said has nothing to do with you. As you are not Metz.

And a man in perfect condition having trouble seeing, and then hiding behind a barrier of stone to fire off magic at his opponent? In what way does a man who has debilitating wounds in his feet being forced to jump into water mirror that?

The two situations are near totally dissimilar.
While his airheaded coward of a foe lamented his piteous dying world, Shin was more occupied with coming to terms with what he was seeing. Nothing was quite right, and while he was under water he couldn't take a deep breath and center himself as he would normally. Stacked with the no longer bleeding but agonizingly painful wounds on his feet, if he were a lesser man he would have prayed for death. All of these colors and wavelengths that were once invisible to me, what nightmares are hidden within them? Was this the Dreamers? Why did they force Metzalaatla and myself into this place? They wanted us to see this. This is what was causing him such distress!

At the bottom of the water, Shin settled himself to the ground and pushed the flesh on his heels back into place. Before they sealed up completely, he wanted them to hold in place. At least for the duration of the coming melee. Again, he would have screamed if he had any air in his lungs. At the bottom of the water, however, he wouldn't be able to breathe without inhaling a mouthful of water. Nor could he paddle to the top, not in his condition. Shin was basically walking at the bottom of the water now. It would take him a good few minutes to reach the water's edge, and another few seconds just to scale the cliff.

Might as well make use of the time. Beneath the violet surf, Shin was noticing every single notable change in his vision. Things felt strangely lighter beneath the water, where before it had been weighing him down, he was now feeling alleviated. Though still walking, using a handy trick for killing pain through repeated infliction. It hurt more in the short term, but in the long run the pain wouldn't be as severe. Shin didn't know how long his fight had left, but he wasn't ready to just let this coward escape without dying at least once.

While marching and slowly reaching the shore, Shin wrapped the chain around his left arm and tied it tightly. Making sure he wouldn't disarm himself again, it wasn't a mistake. But it was a gambit that didn't work out too well last time and he didn't want even the temptation to repeat. As well, it would strengthen his weaker arm. That shoulder injury was really dragging on him. Much more now than before, because the water was cooling his burn nicely.

Now all that remained was his frustrated internal monologue. Whatever I do, once I leave the water, I must do it fast. Before he can lash another spell at me, I must strike him down. And there's only one way to do that. No plan of action could fight against a spell that he couldn't see coming, the pillar before had nearly killed him. If he had've been a second too late, it would have impaled his groin and torn him in half. No defense aside from luck or constant movement, no offense could work if his foe managed to form another barrier.

With all of this running through his head and more, one thing tingled at the back of his head. This location. Why this location with this strange water? Why did the Dreamers want ME to see this!?
@GreivousKhan Thhhank you.
Key word, about. I didn't say he WAS two feet, but he's got broad shoulders. He's not a skinny man, and you gotta remember that he was in motion. His foot was extended while he was walking and his other foot was left behind during the step.

Literally this entire time, you've been pointing out "inconsistencies" that make no sense.

I'm really tired of it.
Blood oozed from his feet and into the water, and Shin knew it would spell trouble. It left a trail of crimson beneath the violet tides, sweeping towards the shore. A line pointing directly towards him. That wasn't the worst of his problems, the worst was his pain. There was no way of getting around the holes in the bottom of his feet. His heels had been nearly torn off, and there was no quick fix for a wound that serious. Even worse, was that he would heal over before he could properly bandage it. It would hang painfully from his feet, until he was returned to the hall.

With a bit of weak paddling, the assassin began swimming towards the cliff face on the opposing side. Shin didn't have a real goal right now, aside from moving farther away. It wasn't as though he would be forced to the surface, no, he doesn't need to breathe. The pressure was problematic, and his swimming was sluggish at best. If he hadn't gone for the gun, he wouldn't have had to deal with this. Problem with that, is there was literally no way that he could have seen the attack coming. It was as though he were fighting an angry god that liked to play around with someone, but doesn't like being seen.

On top of the pain and frustration, he was also dealing with the huge problem of whatever the fuck his vision was doing right now. There was a massive shift in his visual ability while underneath the water, and he couldn't tell if it was a pain induced hallucination of poisoning. Whether poison or pain, it was hugely distracting. There had come a time when he first earned his ocular prowess, and he had to learn how to see with new sight. This was very similar to that, except now things were getting into extra-spectrums. There was something profoundly disturbing about seeing colors that didn't exist five seconds ago.
The huge problem with that, is that Shin is about two feet wide. And unless the circle is more than two feet wide, it literally could not have caved inwards in any angular shape onto his torso.

Logically, Shin's feet would have been somewhere near the edge of the spire, and would have just been forced upwards by the large spike itself. However, you also included two smaller spikes that were underneath his feet. So unless your column of stone grew another foot and a half wide, and THEN moved inwards onto his body. There is literally no way it could have done how you just described.

Unless Shin were less than a foot thick. Then maybe yeah, it would have worked.
No clue what you're talking about when you say anomaly of physics. Because the only real anomaly of physics is the shape of that pillar.
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