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The blade swept narrowly over his opponent’s head, though only a complacent swordsman would expect his first blow to land. He drew the blade back and stepped forward, thrusting it forth with his all his might aiming to catch his opponent before he could withdraw, and without a shield his options for escaping were limited.
He fully expected the shortsword to pierce at least an inch into the middle of his opponent’s chest, likely allowing him the chance to finish him off with a twist of his hand. However Mikael’s speed was nothing to be scoffed at, and his strange explosives were formidable, which forced the Weeper to take note of the new one forming in his opponent’s off hand.
He was committed now, time would tell what his piercing thrust would do should it be blocked with the explosive.
He fully expected the shortsword to pierce at least an inch into the middle of his opponent’s chest, likely allowing him the chance to finish him off with a twist of his hand. However Mikael’s speed was nothing to be scoffed at, and his strange explosives were formidable, which forced the Weeper to take note of the new one forming in his opponent’s off hand.
He was committed now, time would tell what his piercing thrust would do should it be blocked with the explosive.
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Fury had been so intent on looking for energy signatures that when he found one he almost completely missed the flying projectile heading straight for him.
“Shi-“ he exclaimed, zipping to the left a short distance and shooting his right hand out, expelling his pent up energy in a messy blast that sent the steel girder bouncing away from him, though the weight of it turned his right side around as if he’d physically battered the powerfully thrown object out of his path.
His eyes had time to take in the hero, who was flying at a speed far faster than anything he was capable of, and it was in a glance that he realised there was no way of avoiding him. Resigned to the collision, Fury opened his hands wide like a bear about to crush some unlucky hunter, and blue energy zipped all around his body, preparing him for impact. It was unlikely that the hero could punch him considering the speed he was flying straight at him, though if a fist was extended Fury would manoeuvre around it as best he could and the results would likely be the same. The hero of earth collided with him, and when he did Fury’s hands crushed together, depending on if he had tried for a tackle or bear hug himself the results would be slightly different, but ultimately the force of the crash would sent them both flying up and backwards, higher into the air.
“Shi-“ he exclaimed, zipping to the left a short distance and shooting his right hand out, expelling his pent up energy in a messy blast that sent the steel girder bouncing away from him, though the weight of it turned his right side around as if he’d physically battered the powerfully thrown object out of his path.
His eyes had time to take in the hero, who was flying at a speed far faster than anything he was capable of, and it was in a glance that he realised there was no way of avoiding him. Resigned to the collision, Fury opened his hands wide like a bear about to crush some unlucky hunter, and blue energy zipped all around his body, preparing him for impact. It was unlikely that the hero could punch him considering the speed he was flying straight at him, though if a fist was extended Fury would manoeuvre around it as best he could and the results would likely be the same. The hero of earth collided with him, and when he did Fury’s hands crushed together, depending on if he had tried for a tackle or bear hug himself the results would be slightly different, but ultimately the force of the crash would sent them both flying up and backwards, higher into the air.
His opponent seemed to have remained mostly stationary, settling into a readied stance with a knife at hand only ten feet or so from him. The Weeper couldn’t help but find the sight slightly amusing as he brought his blade to point down, his arm straight, and tilted his head.
“You’d pitch your knife against a sword?” He asked quizzically, taking in Mikael’s obvious discomfort with a glance as he passively sent another wave of near debilitating emotional stimuli. He was expecting despair then, but who knew, maybe Mikael would just get angrier.
The Weeper paced forward, it was a short distance, two steps and he raised the blade, tilted forward his elbow bent, his last step on his right foot blurred as he wasted no time striking with all the speed he could muster. It was a simple slash, effectively aimed at beheading his foe before he could use his knife, relying on the fairly significant reach advantage his sword-sword had over the smaller weapon.
“You’d pitch your knife against a sword?” He asked quizzically, taking in Mikael’s obvious discomfort with a glance as he passively sent another wave of near debilitating emotional stimuli. He was expecting despair then, but who knew, maybe Mikael would just get angrier.
The Weeper paced forward, it was a short distance, two steps and he raised the blade, tilted forward his elbow bent, his last step on his right foot blurred as he wasted no time striking with all the speed he could muster. It was a simple slash, effectively aimed at beheading his foe before he could use his knife, relying on the fairly significant reach advantage his sword-sword had over the smaller weapon.
He's not really injured at all, bruises are non-existent damage to someone like him, save for aesthetics.
Losing his gun was probably the only thing it really did, and catching him unbalanced.
Losing his gun was probably the only thing it really did, and catching him unbalanced.
That's a shame but thanks for the honesty, cheers.
Hmm, must have missed the charging rule, though such a stigma seems slightly pointless, I could easily double his abilities strength and it would still be well within T5.
I suppose destroying his head wouldn't fully kill him, though it would incapacitate him to the point where the battle is done.
I suppose destroying his head wouldn't fully kill him, though it would incapacitate him to the point where the battle is done.
Name:John Henry
Age: Looks 20-ish, closer to fifty years old (though aging is somewhat irrelevant.)
Sex: Male, technically
Height: 7ft
Weight: 3 tonnes
Physical Description: (See picture above for appearance.) John Henry is in fact the statue of John Henry, with some of the barest memories of the man he used to be. Animated by some force he has yet to understand his body is still made of the hardened steel is was sculpted from, with all the benefits this entails. When damaged the statue bleeds a molten metal which can be used to repair himself, and burns anything other than him at a temperature of up to 2000 degrees Celsius.
Psychological Description: With only a few memories of the man he used to be John Henry seems to reflect the good values of hard working and honesty in America, making him an all-round morale character likened to defend the weak and fight tyranny.
Tier: T5
Powers/Abilities/Skills: John’s main abilities come from the fact that he’s a living statue made of steel, he’s incredibly durable and strong.
Strength: John can lift just under 45 tonnes of weight, and punch and hit with immense power, so much so that should he wish it he could easily bring down a building with sheer force alone.
Durability: John is 7ft tall and generally huge, though human relatively in appearance, this means his body is encompassed completely of steel of a significant thickness. He doesn’t seem to feel pain, isn’t effected by biological agents and bullets barely scratch his surface, making him damn near impervious to small-scale weapons and magic. His only weak point to target is his head, which he does require to see.
Speed: In terms of pure sprinting power and movement John isn’t significantly hindered, capable of moving with surprising speed as to be expected from an individual so powerful in terms of muscular strength. He can run easily at up to 150mph, with a fairly slow acceleration.
Agility: This is probably the main disadvantage of being a living statue, his ability to make small adjustments and react to far quicker opponents is somewhat limited. Though many have underestimated him to their own peril.
Equipment: Steel-driving hammer, roughly 100kg in weight, five feet long with a heavy head, made completely of steel. The hammer is imbued with some rudimentary elemental power, so that John may slam its head into any earthen ground and separate it up to a distance of thirty feet away from him and as wide as two meters. The fissure is usually only around ten feet deep, though if he spends some time imbuing the hammer with his spirit he can extend all of these characteristics by double for each charge.
If he instead uses the hammer on an opponent the damage it inflicts ripples outwards, essentially causing multiple slightly lesser impacts around the point struck, causing crippling and breaking damage in organics and tearing apart even well armoured foes.
History: John Henry’s story is one well known in American folklore, but the statue is not John Henry. He awoke to deal with some vandals, white trash which suffered a humiliating though ultimately fair fate, and then decided to venture the world every so often. He still wonders what his purpose is, but so far he’s yet to meet a challenge his iron will and hammer couldn’t overcome.
General note: Though John isn’t a particularly skilled fighter his physical abilities more than make up for it, leaving his main weakness his lack of general knowledge about the world and its components.
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