MelonHead

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

Metz sat around for a while staring out across the lake, pleased that at least his vision seemed to have returned to normal after he used his spell earlier. He could only assume there was some sort of strange environmental effects somewhat like hallucinatory drugs on his old planet at play in the local area, though it was strange because such things were usually more visible. Then again, the entire landscape was of an odd hue like nothing he had ever seen before, it was like something from a dreamworld to begin with.

“Hmm, I wonder where Old One Eye went.” Metz muttered to himself, noting with some interest that no sign of his enemy had surfaced across the entire lake for as long as he’d been watching. It was possible the scarred looking creature was just a master of stealth swimming, but the Mage couldn’t be so sure of that. He certainly didn’t look like a swimmer, with that metal mask of his he’d probably drown trying to breath properly in the water.

Metz looked down at the water’s edge and spotted his gun half submerged. He frowned, the weapon would be useless now, it was archaic to begin with and being dropped in water and sand was certain to ruin the firing mechanism. Never mind now, he was certain he didn’t need a gun to face off against a mad-man with a big piece of metal.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

You know what's weird, Shin is having a complete freak-out about his fucked up vision and yet is still insulting Metz bravery when he continued to fight with the same effects, and actually had Shin on the backfoot until he essentially ran away from Metz. I'm not particularly bothered by veiled insults in posts, people do it all the time, but this one is making less and less sense.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

Well this fight has taken a weird turn, though I'm perfectly happy to have Metz wax philosophical for the foreseeable future, I can imagine him sitting around feeling sorry for himself for at least an hour or two.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

His mana ran out before he could finish his masterpiece, but it was still an impressive set up. Three circles overlapped in front of him, all four feet in diameter. The closest to the water was a red fire circle, the left point was air and the right was rock. There was no real way of telling if he’d ever get to use the circles, especially as his tricks tended to only work once before a foe caught on to the implications of the elemental pillars. Still, it was better than wasting his mana sitting around super-charged with his foe no-where in sight, and as he slumped with the weight of his equipment pressing down on him uncomfortably and landed on his ass sitting facing the lake, he wondered if the Dreamers were enjoying the strange display. The grotesque man had chosen to outright flee the field, not a bad decision considering the situation, and Metz couldn’t really be bothered to go after him when the water would probably drown him before he made it half way across the lake. Felenr was dying as he sat around wasting time, fighting fools for prestige and mysterious prizes that meant fuck all to him. There was only really one reason he would fight, to get a chance to stop that monster draining the lifeblood of his people.

“Fucking Dreamers, I bet you make all sorts of people dance to your strings.” The Mage muttered in a dejected manner, wondering if someone up there would hear him and get offended. He ran one hand through his reddish hair as the other pointlessly massaged the armour over the area he had been punched. He was tired, physically of course, but also mentally. How long does a man have to fight for just to survive, ultimately if one’s life is almost perpetual struggle is there really any point in living it? Of course there was a way to end the fight, two actually, but suicide was not all that constructive regardless of how tempting it sometimes felt. No, there was an option, it was the easy option as well, at least in the short term. Metz hand had fell from his chest and crept along his belt. He massaged his forehead to quell the discomfort there, the temptation had snuck up on him as it always did, and his black finger tips brushed his remaining vial of mana. Almost as if lured together like opposite magnets, his hand stuck like glue to the vial, and he prised it away with an actual degree of physical difficulty.

“You know that can’t be the answer to everything Metz.” He said to himself rather sadly, sighing deeply as he returned to massaging his chest. He scratched his beard and looked around, noting that there was really no sign of his foe. There was a fair chance he was either swimming far away from him or had found a secluded spot to drag himself from the water and was even now flanking him. He wondered if the Dreamers would cut the fight short like they did last time, if so he wondered if he’d done enough to pass regardless, like before.

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Also no offense, I'm not all that interested in seeing pictures of you. :K

@GreivousKhan

bby why

you are the xir of my dreams, though I don't even know where you're from

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

Ultimately it's not up to me to decide your characters proportions, considering what we've deduced it's actually less likely that pushing off the spikes with your hands would have been possible, but whatever.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

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I remember the pic you posted once upon a time looked waaaay scrawnier. Has nothing to do with anything but just an observation.

Hmm, average male shoulder width is 25.7 inches (or 40-48 cm)...closer to 2 feet than I thought. But ya I got out a measuring tap and 2 feet is not that off actually. It SOUNDED absurd but it checks out apparently...Damn you skinny :P

@GreivousKhan

Like I said though, that's literally the most extreme wide part of your body, unless your standing in a wide stance, which isn't really the case here.

To be fair, that picture was like five years ago, you can ask Rilla if I'm lying if you want, I added him on FB a while back.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

I'm sorry, but in no universe is Shin two feet wide. I think you might have forgotten I'm over 6ft 3" myself with broad shoulders, I used myself to judge. If he happened to have been standing in the widest stance of all time then by all means that might be possible, but that would simply mean he should have been stabbed in the feet. However he was in the act of stepping. Plus, it's really irrelevant how wide he is at the top, lower bodies are slender, and that's all the spikes needed.

If I had to judge, Shin would probably be about a foot and a half wide if he was in the act of stepping, presuming he has anything close to a normal human body type.

That being said, this is all completely ignoring the fact these spikes of rock are flying at roughly twice the speed of an olympic thrown javelin.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

It's ultimately unimportant, as I'm not pressing the issue for fear of seeming pissy, or boring, or unwilling to make the fight entertaining for you.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

No clue what you're talking about when you say anomaly of physics.

@LeeRoy

Your character moved with the spikes momentum to escape the trap, but their momentum was ultimately pointed inwards, unless he thrust himself out with a push they simply would have pushed his hands in and pierced him regardless because his body wouldn't suddenly fly out of the trap, instantaneously. That being said, even if he had pushed himself out he would have ultimately lost his lower body, as the spikes would already be too close together by the time they had reached his hands, they'd definitely be finished forming the point of the cone by the time the rest of him escaped.

Don't get caught up on the name, the earth 'pillar' doesn't have to be a pillar at all, its shape is completely up to Metz in the bounds of the diameter and height.

Unless for some reason you're having trouble visualising a two foot by four foot cone of spikes.