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Never expected Rilla to return, this is grave news indeed.
Skallagrim said
Like a real fight everything happens simultaneously. This is not a chess board where everyone takes turns. However Melon can you please clarify the attack for me, I have some positional issue with your attack. The attack is well thought out but I need to see the position you are at when you make the slash. Are you on the right or left of the boulder?
My character scuttled forward towards her, taking advantage of the side step (which I assumed was to the left, away from the boulder, as it wasn't obviously stated.) he ran past her right side, slashing across with his stolen sword as he did so, but he came at an angle so he could carry his momentum to the archer further to his left and stab him as well.
The boulder may have intruded upon my post more than I stated, though if required I can revise my post to state my character just climbed over it, which would be incredibly easy for him.
As for when he chose to attack, a gigantic character preparing to step past his thrown projectile is somewhat obvious, he watched for the movement and continued his attack before she had even made the step, considering his speed and the distance that would be more than plausible. There is nothing stopping you from having a moment to react after finishing your side-step, though I don't remember super-human reflexes being one of your character traits.
I wasn't sure how your summoning would work considering the speed with which my attack followed my last post. I assumed it would interrupt the summoning, but if not I seriously doubt your actions would be the same considering the proximity.
For future reference, would you prefer me to post this sort of thing in the OOC of our fight Raptorman?
For future reference, would you prefer me to post this sort of thing in the OOC of our fight Raptorman?
After watching his opponent nimbly side-step his rather poignant message he snarled and scuttled forward at high speed. An arrow came at him from the left, and he caught it nimbly on his stolen shield. His opponent stood motionless, apparently concentrating on something else, he did not rate her chances of being able to raise her sword into anything resembling a defensive stance in time. He slashed horizontally from the right, aiming to cleave her across the lower abdomen with formidable force. His momentum carried him past and it was simple to drive the point of his stolen weapon through the archer’s heart with minimal effort, driving him back a few steps as the spider stopped and turned, pulling the blade free with a burst of gushing blood. His legs moved side-wards with surprising agility, and he turned once again to face his foe and gauge the damage, if any, his blade had inflicted.
It was unlikely the soldiers would still be summoned all around him with bows, but if they did he would deal with it as it came.
It was unlikely the soldiers would still be summoned all around him with bows, but if they did he would deal with it as it came.
Might take a little longer to post, don't want to rush it and short on time.
If two people have no-show opponents can they be redirected to fight eachother?
The Archivist looked particularly unimpressed by the two soldiers which were summoned to strike against him. It was strange that there was no outward sign of her summoning from her specifically, but the scanner at his arm noted a disturbance in the Nexus of Worlds energy-veil which he had already scanned in the Great Hall earlier. He would be able to tell when the summoning was used in future, through this interference. If his foe was so quick to resort to tricks, then he would do the same, after quickly reading the data he had received he logged his foe’s strange summoning abilities.
What he had learned of his opponent from the Archive was very general, but informative regardless. She was of a lesser Demi-God race; specifically Lorenvolk, she was of 13’11 in height and weighed roughly 1550 pounds. Her blade and armour were made of the same substance, though data on the materials exact properties was scarce his Data-pad noticed interaction with low-intensity environmental magic, so it likely had draining or resistant properties, which were unlikely to affect him.
He was snapped back to reality by an arrow skimming towards him, obviously fired by the archer minion, he caught it nimbly in his left hand suffering only the barest of grazes. It snapped in his grasp and he seized the arrow-head, launching it with a sharp flick at the advancing swordsman. The man shrugged away from the projectile as he crossed the road, his one and only mistake. The arrow lodged in his armour and he dropped his shield down low enough to allow the Akarid, who had quickly scuttled to his position, to rip it from his grasp with his upper left hand with ease. He seized the man’s arm as it swung down and his claws pierced armour, and then he took the sword when the hand released it in pain as poison shot rapidly through his body. The warrior’s constitution was just not strong enough, the Akarid beheaded him with his own sword and lifted the doomed warrior’s body with both of his free lower hands before he could fall lifelessly to the ground. Another arrow lodged itself in the corpse, and blood spurted from the grievous wound across the ground and burst from the neck. With an almost negligent push he threw the fallen warrior across the road at its master, hard and fast enough to do some damage when the comatose swordsmen’s body collided with her. It was more of a message than an attack, but it amused him none-the-less.
He stood there then with his stolen sword and shield, watching with interest from his new position in the middle of the road. Blood dripped from his blade, first blood.
What he had learned of his opponent from the Archive was very general, but informative regardless. She was of a lesser Demi-God race; specifically Lorenvolk, she was of 13’11 in height and weighed roughly 1550 pounds. Her blade and armour were made of the same substance, though data on the materials exact properties was scarce his Data-pad noticed interaction with low-intensity environmental magic, so it likely had draining or resistant properties, which were unlikely to affect him.
He was snapped back to reality by an arrow skimming towards him, obviously fired by the archer minion, he caught it nimbly in his left hand suffering only the barest of grazes. It snapped in his grasp and he seized the arrow-head, launching it with a sharp flick at the advancing swordsman. The man shrugged away from the projectile as he crossed the road, his one and only mistake. The arrow lodged in his armour and he dropped his shield down low enough to allow the Akarid, who had quickly scuttled to his position, to rip it from his grasp with his upper left hand with ease. He seized the man’s arm as it swung down and his claws pierced armour, and then he took the sword when the hand released it in pain as poison shot rapidly through his body. The warrior’s constitution was just not strong enough, the Akarid beheaded him with his own sword and lifted the doomed warrior’s body with both of his free lower hands before he could fall lifelessly to the ground. Another arrow lodged itself in the corpse, and blood spurted from the grievous wound across the ground and burst from the neck. With an almost negligent push he threw the fallen warrior across the road at its master, hard and fast enough to do some damage when the comatose swordsmen’s body collided with her. It was more of a message than an attack, but it amused him none-the-less.
He stood there then with his stolen sword and shield, watching with interest from his new position in the middle of the road. Blood dripped from his blade, first blood.
His multiple eyes gave him excellent vision of his foe, though the well-lit terrain hardly made that a remarkable feat. The Akarid stood at 7ft beside the lean-two in plain view, across the rode beside a massive white boulder his enemy stood awaiting his arrival, bellowing out a pointless challenge to his methodical mind. Large, the giantess perhaps, the armour would prove difficult to manage. He raised his upper-right arm, for he had twice the normal appendages of a man and the lower body of a spider. The Archivist had a great store of information at his disposal, and he intended to use that knowledge now to learn what he could of his opponent. Such a large foe was quickly scanned and searched for by his Data-pad, he would have what data he sought in a short period of time.
For now though, his own tactical observations had to be made. The bald, snub and inhuman grotesque face of a man swerved as he took stock of the field. It was disgustingly even, though as the smaller of the two combatants there was potential to use his foe’s size against her. Bushes clung to either side of the road, and narrow trees which could make for excellent obstructions or traps. He scuttled forward on all eight legs, his arms folded and claws displayed, wet with his poison and deadly to even the most powerful foe. The armour would prove difficult perhaps, but there were ways to bring big warrior types down and the Archivist was nothing if not resourceful.
When he reached his side of the road he decided some polite conversation was in order, or that was what he seemed to be doing at any rate.
“I am the Archivist, take solace in that your data will be added to the Archive, and your memory will live on when you meet your end” he rasped. The Akarid was fully aware that nothing was permanent in the Nexus of Worlds, but it amused him to be so cold and calculating in his prediction of the future.
For now though, his own tactical observations had to be made. The bald, snub and inhuman grotesque face of a man swerved as he took stock of the field. It was disgustingly even, though as the smaller of the two combatants there was potential to use his foe’s size against her. Bushes clung to either side of the road, and narrow trees which could make for excellent obstructions or traps. He scuttled forward on all eight legs, his arms folded and claws displayed, wet with his poison and deadly to even the most powerful foe. The armour would prove difficult perhaps, but there were ways to bring big warrior types down and the Archivist was nothing if not resourceful.
When he reached his side of the road he decided some polite conversation was in order, or that was what he seemed to be doing at any rate.
“I am the Archivist, take solace in that your data will be added to the Archive, and your memory will live on when you meet your end” he rasped. The Akarid was fully aware that nothing was permanent in the Nexus of Worlds, but it amused him to be so cold and calculating in his prediction of the future.
The Archivist almost lost his composure in his haste to record all he could of the great cavernous expanse displayed before him by the powerful creature known as Skallagrim. His mind could hardly comprehend its vastness, let alone the device at his wrist. However, before it was gone he judged that at least 0.5% of the information had been relayed to the Archive. Even such a small quantity of data dwarfed anything his predecessors had ever collected. He would go down in the history of the Archivists as the greatest, and no-one would ever forget his name.
With an inward sigh the arachnid turned nimbly and folded all four arms, turning to stare at his foes. They were varied in size and race, human was obvious though there were also two roughly human variations of vastly different proportions. What powers or natures existed behind the façade was hard to discern with a simple glance, however once his Data-pad had finished sending the huge quantity of material he had just observed… it would likely give him what he required.
There was also notably a fox-like creature in the gathering, and a decrepit looking spirit he summarised was a Djinn, or something very similar. He would have spent longer giving them a personal look, knowing that many would fall to someone else’s hands and their data would be lost forever, but he was cut short by their host.
Fighting berths chosen, tournament ready to begin, The Archivist’s mouth opened briefly to reveal razor sharp unnatural fangs. Excellent, it was time for him to go. He scuttled over to his berth and felt himself change, much like when he had entered the Great Hall, then he was no more in that place but in another, one of light and anticipation of bloodshed.
With an inward sigh the arachnid turned nimbly and folded all four arms, turning to stare at his foes. They were varied in size and race, human was obvious though there were also two roughly human variations of vastly different proportions. What powers or natures existed behind the façade was hard to discern with a simple glance, however once his Data-pad had finished sending the huge quantity of material he had just observed… it would likely give him what he required.
There was also notably a fox-like creature in the gathering, and a decrepit looking spirit he summarised was a Djinn, or something very similar. He would have spent longer giving them a personal look, knowing that many would fall to someone else’s hands and their data would be lost forever, but he was cut short by their host.
Fighting berths chosen, tournament ready to begin, The Archivist’s mouth opened briefly to reveal razor sharp unnatural fangs. Excellent, it was time for him to go. He scuttled over to his berth and felt himself change, much like when he had entered the Great Hall, then he was no more in that place but in another, one of light and anticipation of bloodshed.
Nothing is guaranteed in the Arena, even if they showed up and immediately charged or attacked the first poster would then have the opportunity to interrupt them.
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