NytefallAs much as I like the fact that your character pulled the old 'I didn't miss' card, you probably should have stated that was what she was aiming at (as I see no reason why his position would have made that shot likely) beforehand. Instead, you've completely contradicted what I stated happened to the bolt in my post, which was that it melted through a pillar and then dissipated against the wall.
Also, it might be a good time for your character to call it quits and run away, she's at least semi-succeeded and honestly there's no logical way your character can survive the ensuing bullets from the Clockwork Man in the next post after just being concussed on a pillar.
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Haha, pretty accurate.
GreivousKhan said
So which one of you trained on a farm?
That would have to be General Freedom, Fury is the warrior from space.
Suddenly General Freedom learns he's a Fireen.
Hahaha.
Having a hero/dbz battle, throwing eachother through stuff etc.
When your opponent starts speeding up so fast you can hardly see him, you know you’re in trouble. Fury raised his impromptu shield, and it began to glow. The Hero raced forward, they both radiated power in their respective ways, Fury looked on as he realised what was about to happen.
“Shi-“ The metal-beam raced towards him at high speed, and even though he had moved a little out of its way and tilted his shield to bounce the projectile away it collided with the earth and ripped it asunder. Mother Earth was having the crap kicked out of her today. The cacophony of noise and the dust shot skyward by the huge explosive impact of the bar launched at such a high speed rang throughout the city. To the sounds of sirens and alarms and bullets and careering cars it was as if those close to the epic-centre were in the eye of a storm.
To Fury, who had found himself collapsed on one of the huge sloping sides of the crater, completely obscured by dust, there was an eerie silence. His ear-drums had ruptured from the force, despite his shielding, and were only slowly being repaired by his dwindling supply of energy. His Antireen mail was split and cracked in multiple places, a deadly reminder of how much force had penetrated his shielding. Lacerations caused blood to drop through the ruptures in his suit, and at least one of his ribs were broken if the pain was anything to judge by. Still clutched tight in his left hand was a door handle, which he discarded with a flick of his hand realising in his weakened state his outward energy signature was barely anything. He turned off his belly with a grunt, sitting against the side of the crater and looking through the dust towards the bottom of the new Grand Canyon the Hero had made in the city centre. General Freedom must have one hell of a lawyer, the Old Fury thought, before his eyes lit again with the fiery blue of madness.
High above, General Freedom sought his foe in the dust cloud, revealing his position to the energy sensitive Fireen below. Fury expected his advantage to only last a short while, as his body once more infused itself with its blue powerful aura. Judging accurately, he allowed his weight to fall forward and as it seemed like he was about to dive off the crater wall and down into the depths, he pushed off at the last second like a swimmer at the pool’s edge. Flight kicked in soon after, and he reached almost 200mph as he burst from the dust cloud around General Freedom, his right arm forward and his shoulder aimed at the American’s left hip, he hoped to tackle him up and straight into the tall skyscraper behind him, using his weight and the force of his tackle to slam him through the wall, while he stole some much required energy.
“Shi-“ The metal-beam raced towards him at high speed, and even though he had moved a little out of its way and tilted his shield to bounce the projectile away it collided with the earth and ripped it asunder. Mother Earth was having the crap kicked out of her today. The cacophony of noise and the dust shot skyward by the huge explosive impact of the bar launched at such a high speed rang throughout the city. To the sounds of sirens and alarms and bullets and careering cars it was as if those close to the epic-centre were in the eye of a storm.
To Fury, who had found himself collapsed on one of the huge sloping sides of the crater, completely obscured by dust, there was an eerie silence. His ear-drums had ruptured from the force, despite his shielding, and were only slowly being repaired by his dwindling supply of energy. His Antireen mail was split and cracked in multiple places, a deadly reminder of how much force had penetrated his shielding. Lacerations caused blood to drop through the ruptures in his suit, and at least one of his ribs were broken if the pain was anything to judge by. Still clutched tight in his left hand was a door handle, which he discarded with a flick of his hand realising in his weakened state his outward energy signature was barely anything. He turned off his belly with a grunt, sitting against the side of the crater and looking through the dust towards the bottom of the new Grand Canyon the Hero had made in the city centre. General Freedom must have one hell of a lawyer, the Old Fury thought, before his eyes lit again with the fiery blue of madness.
High above, General Freedom sought his foe in the dust cloud, revealing his position to the energy sensitive Fireen below. Fury expected his advantage to only last a short while, as his body once more infused itself with its blue powerful aura. Judging accurately, he allowed his weight to fall forward and as it seemed like he was about to dive off the crater wall and down into the depths, he pushed off at the last second like a swimmer at the pool’s edge. Flight kicked in soon after, and he reached almost 200mph as he burst from the dust cloud around General Freedom, his right arm forward and his shoulder aimed at the American’s left hip, he hoped to tackle him up and straight into the tall skyscraper behind him, using his weight and the force of his tackle to slam him through the wall, while he stole some much required energy.
He's in the same position as before, so you can go ahead and write your post with General Freedom essentially throwing a pole at him, resulting in significant destruction and dust cloud. I'll write what Fury actually did to survive in my next post.
There we go, I changed my post a little because I felt like Fury was doing a few too many things anyway in the earlier version of the post. If you would prefer him to murder the policeman symbolically still I'll put it back in, but I'm sure General Freedom is angry enough after all the people he killed earlier anyway.
Haha, wait a second, somehow I got confused between the metal girder you were talking about and your original attack, I'll fix that.
We call them different things in England, probably why I got so confused.
We call them different things in England, probably why I got so confused.
I really wanted to fight with a car door though ;(
Alright, I'll edit my own post as well so it doesn't confuse the hell out of any casual reader.
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