NytefallPretty much, Khazna is stuck in a rock pillar.
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Too soon, he wasn’t begging yet.
“Damn you and your disgusting remarks, I’ll have you beg you pathetic man.” Anna was probably taking a strategically unsound amount of time insulting the man or otherwise toying with him. Still, as of yet he’d really posed no threat against her, and the Wraith had no reason to suspect he was about to become formidable all of a sudden. As she spat out the last word her right hand dropped down and then shot forward in that same backhanded sweeping motion. The tendril obeyed its master, following her hand and curling around in mid-air to slam towards the man’s upper torso with enough force to knock him backwards. It probably wouldn’t do much more than bruise him on contact, Anna was being especially careful to show him she could throw him around, but not placing him in a position where he could be killed by accident.
Considering he was kneeling in front of her, escaping was an unlikely prospect, so Anna took no real precautions for him evading the strike or attacking her directly.
“Damn you and your disgusting remarks, I’ll have you beg you pathetic man.” Anna was probably taking a strategically unsound amount of time insulting the man or otherwise toying with him. Still, as of yet he’d really posed no threat against her, and the Wraith had no reason to suspect he was about to become formidable all of a sudden. As she spat out the last word her right hand dropped down and then shot forward in that same backhanded sweeping motion. The tendril obeyed its master, following her hand and curling around in mid-air to slam towards the man’s upper torso with enough force to knock him backwards. It probably wouldn’t do much more than bruise him on contact, Anna was being especially careful to show him she could throw him around, but not placing him in a position where he could be killed by accident.
Considering he was kneeling in front of her, escaping was an unlikely prospect, so Anna took no real precautions for him evading the strike or attacking her directly.
Let me know if that's what you had in mind in regards to a damage post, Skallagrim, I haven't had to do one other than for finishing fights for a long time.
The rock erupted from the alien sands, the pillar bursting forth with such ferocity that it added to the sandstorm gathering around the Torm Mage. He heard the familiar but perpetually unusual sound of rock grating on rock as it closed above, his trap complete, his opponent lost in both the gathering sands and the earth prison. Metz turned to face it, just a couple feet away as he stood heavily favouring his right leg, breath pouring from his lungs before he was forced to hold his breath in the sandstorm. Blinded, he sheathed his knife and painstakingly reloaded his pistol, stepping backwards and listening carefully for any sounds of the rock being damaged. It would be out of character for Metz to underestimate his foe now.
Within the cylinder however his foe’s trials were not yet over. From every side, high and low, even from the very top of the structure, long spiked cylinders of rock suddenly protruded at two hundred feet per second. The javelin was a devastating weapon that flew at roughly half the speed these make-shift rock spikes were travelling, so to say their effects would be grotesque and brutal would be an understatement. His foe was well armed and quick, he could react to the spikes directly in front of him, his swords shearing them before they found purchase in his flesh. But with his speed, to stop them all was an impossibility, and the ones that found their way to his waiting body would be merciless.
The spikes cut through his armour from multiple points at once, particularly behind him, the most damage incurring to the back of his lower body as he failed to stop them in time. Spikes tore through flesh and muscle and shattered against bone, causing a number of near debilitating wounds down his right leg and only a few less to his left. Not to mention the countless grazes and small bleeding wounds suffered to his torso as he managed to move enough so that his armour could just about parry the attack. The main issue was that he lacked the mobility he required to stop the spikes in his narrow cylindrical prison, and that the assault came from all directions. If he survived the initial onslaught of spikes he’d earn himself a moment’s respite, as well as being the first of Metz’ enemies to survive being trapped within a pillar.
The second problem was that he had only moments before the final spikes descended upon him from above, and his body was likely to be held fast by at least a few of the spikes.
Within the cylinder however his foe’s trials were not yet over. From every side, high and low, even from the very top of the structure, long spiked cylinders of rock suddenly protruded at two hundred feet per second. The javelin was a devastating weapon that flew at roughly half the speed these make-shift rock spikes were travelling, so to say their effects would be grotesque and brutal would be an understatement. His foe was well armed and quick, he could react to the spikes directly in front of him, his swords shearing them before they found purchase in his flesh. But with his speed, to stop them all was an impossibility, and the ones that found their way to his waiting body would be merciless.
The spikes cut through his armour from multiple points at once, particularly behind him, the most damage incurring to the back of his lower body as he failed to stop them in time. Spikes tore through flesh and muscle and shattered against bone, causing a number of near debilitating wounds down his right leg and only a few less to his left. Not to mention the countless grazes and small bleeding wounds suffered to his torso as he managed to move enough so that his armour could just about parry the attack. The main issue was that he lacked the mobility he required to stop the spikes in his narrow cylindrical prison, and that the assault came from all directions. If he survived the initial onslaught of spikes he’d earn himself a moment’s respite, as well as being the first of Metz’ enemies to survive being trapped within a pillar.
The second problem was that he had only moments before the final spikes descended upon him from above, and his body was likely to be held fast by at least a few of the spikes.
Alrighty, cheers for the ruling Skallagrim and the motivational speeches LeeRoy, I'll see what can be done.
Mmm, the arguments on the previous multiverse were delicious and frequent.
You did manage to get kicked out of Innue's tournament for arguing.
You did manage to get kicked out of Innue's tournament for arguing.
@Rilla I have, and he does this thing where he pulls up things from ten posts prior that he didn't have a problem with, but now that there is a problem with THIS post, oh gods it's suddenly ALL of your posts.
That wasn't me arguing properly, I haven't whipped out all the stops since Innue's tournament.
And I was at least ten times worse in WOTW. Maybe more.
Nope. No interest, comments, and the like? We'll pretend I didn't ask, -crocodile tears-. :( I'm kidding.
How are the fights moving along? Do I need to update anything, or is everything fine?
No point getting hyped up for any of your projects, you always let me down ;(
I think the Clockwork Man and the Constructor should have words, there's only enough room for one steampunk inventor in this town.
It might be worth sending a message to Skallagrim or something, he's been unable to address the standstill in the final round of the tournament twice now, presumably after being dragged away kicking and screaming by that terrible monster known as responsibility, AKA parenthood. Just let him know you're willing to sort it out for him if he is too busy, provided you are.
Anna strode forward, though what should have been a slow stride was in fact more of a gliding motion as her lower body was still submerged in water. The Pirate was hurt, scrabbling through the sand before her, and she wanted to see the pain on his face. The tendril whipped back and forth above him, growing in density as droplets from the surroundings joined Anna’s deadly elemental weapon. Anna took her first bare-footed step on the sand just six feet from the downed man, the breaking waves swirling around her ankles.
It was difficult to keep maintaining two grips at once, so the lock on his feet had to be released for her to concentrate on the tendril. She released him as he stood there looking down on him, out of range of any hasty sword strikes so long as he was on the ground injured.
“Well, how does it feel, to be at the mercy of another?” She asked him suddenly, her eyes grey and haunted.
It was difficult to keep maintaining two grips at once, so the lock on his feet had to be released for her to concentrate on the tendril. She released him as he stood there looking down on him, out of range of any hasty sword strikes so long as he was on the ground injured.
“Well, how does it feel, to be at the mercy of another?” She asked him suddenly, her eyes grey and haunted.
“Will you scream before you die?” Anna asked him quite seriously, the tendril of water whipping back and forth in mid-air off to his left as he regained his feet. “You’ll need more than a sword for that.”
Her left hand splayed outwards as her right traced the movements of the tendril, almost as if conducting a symphony. The delicate fingers of her outstretched hand curled inwards and she lifted her palm, clenching her hand into a fist. At her command the water-logged sand beneath the pirate’s feet popped outwards and then washed away, creating two small sink holes directly underneath where he stood. Simultaneously, the watery tendril lurched towards Anna and when it separated the two of them it swung back to strike the man on his front as he hopefully became entrapped by the sink holes with the same sweeping motion as before.
Her left hand splayed outwards as her right traced the movements of the tendril, almost as if conducting a symphony. The delicate fingers of her outstretched hand curled inwards and she lifted her palm, clenching her hand into a fist. At her command the water-logged sand beneath the pirate’s feet popped outwards and then washed away, creating two small sink holes directly underneath where he stood. Simultaneously, the watery tendril lurched towards Anna and when it separated the two of them it swung back to strike the man on his front as he hopefully became entrapped by the sink holes with the same sweeping motion as before.
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