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Fury stared at the erupting ground for a brief moment, watching Freedom blast upwards. The Nas’Gaduran were both incapacitated in very different ways by the rubble, but Fury himself was far from the epic-centre of the heroes explosive escape from the debris. He tracked his energy, as it rocketed high into the air above and caught the downward motion long before he could see it, with its accompanying ZPE blasts.

The Nas’Gaduran’s were fully out of action when the blast hit, obliterating the earth with an explosive eruption of unbridled force. Their singed bodies were thrown far from the park, and if they survived was uncertain, all Fury knew was that their energy levels were shot.

However, he had foresight to his credit, and all that abundant energy just sitting around in the form of a spear in his left hand, he formed a shield with it and blasted himself backwards towards the outskirts of the park. When the attack came, the earth split and the explosion washed over him, cracking his shield and sending him flying backwards into a police car, which crumpled around him like it was made of cardboard. The Fireen slumped and fell to the ground on one knee, shaking his head to clear it as his eyes burned with energy. He stood, ripping a door from the police-car with his left hand and blasting away the mortals firing pointlessly at him with a negligent wave of energy.

"Bastard." Fury cursed, climbing atop the car with his shield in hand, he sought out his foe with eyes alone. His gaze settled on the Hero some distance away, a metal beam in his hands...
The problem is that what you're describing is issues with human discourse, where-as in Arena 'god' is an actual tier descriptor, Skallagrim is simply ensuring that doesn't have any physical impact in an arena fight.
It is my character's nature to be relentless with his attacks, as he has no real ability to charge or any real long range magic.
Not really sure if this constitutes a quirk, but I have to wear at least one stripey item of clothing at all times.
Technically Skallagrim didn't really say you needed any acceptance, just put the letters in the title.

How you describe the world will decide if people come, if they don't you get to play all on your lonesome, self regulating really,
This is why you shouldn't pull pillars out of no-where with no textual information or history, I get to make it up and murder you for it.

Good luck getting outta this one Khan my boy!

Muhahahaahhaha
Trying for two birds with one stone? Well, that was foolish. The Clockwork Man thought, as he judged his opponent’s target even before she fired the nether bolt. Far off to his left, barely even likely to hit him, as a result of trying to hit the grenade he had thrown with his left hand towards her at the same time. With lightning reflexes, he pivoted on his right foot, bringing the left of his body away from the bolts trajectory with relative ease, while simultaneously he yanked the grenade low with Technomagic, allowing it to skirt underneath her attack. The bolt of nether energy sheared straight through the pillar it hit, and dissipated against the far wall.

Noting she was about to move, he decided to sacrifice maximum damage on his explosive for a quicker explosion, detonating the grenade six feet from her, helped along by the fact that she decided to speed towards the explosion with her sprint-pack. He judged the pillar she was –trying- to reach was at least thirteen feet from her, so she had no chance to reach its safety. The small metallic object erupted with plasma fire that could consume flesh instantaneously, and melt through most metals. Its full effects had been contained in the pipe before, which had taken the force of the explosion and suffocated the plasma. This time, all 4000 degrees of the terrible substance was launched all around, melting through the ground and pillars, and sure to end his foe’s life unless she had something other than technology and cheap tricks to save herself.

Fortunately for the Clockwork Man, he was just out of range of his own attack, and his pistol had just struck three, it was at maximum power, almost time to strike.
Nevermind though, I'm not going to tell you what your character can't do, and my grenade can just float around your attack regardless.
You said you ran to the Clockwork Man's left, he was facing your characters original position, to reach his left you would have to run half way across the room.

----------------Your characters position
-------Clockwork Man

--new position
-------Clockwork Man

With all the - being generic distance markers.
Now he's alerted us to a short absence, let the fun begin.
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