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Rilla hates us all because he's lazy, you hate us because everyone wants to argue your rules all the time.
GreivousKhan said
I'm an immortal undead, why would I be jealous? You could be feeding the poor with that trick.
I do feed the poor, sometimes.
Well, they rip off my head and run away but I don't file a formal complaint.
GreivousKhan said
Sounds like Bovine scatological to me.
Jelly bro.
Well, so long as the party Norak is with continues to the Point of Origin you can just assume he's following at a cool distance. Don't really see the point of making a post essentially chronicling his thoughts of the scenery, and he's not going to do anything drastic until he has time to see what the situation is all about.
Actually, I personally have the ability to regenerate near instantaneously from any form of head wound.
ASTA said
Technically, duel-wielding is a Hollywood gimmick that really only exists for Rule-of-Cool and nothing else. In reality, it's highly ineffective to duel wield most weapons, even swords, for the simple fact that using your other hand and arm to handle your weapon allows you to swing harder and faster, block with a shield, fire more accurate shots, reload easier (and faster), handle the recoil of your G3A3's rather savage kick when on full automatic, and throw grenades. In general, holding and/or manipulating your weapon with both hands affords more control.
Unless you're using lightsabers, or some other weapon which requires little to no physical force what-so-ever.
In which case, duel wield ftw.
Fury tightened his grip with all his might, feeling the subtle shift as he was able to pierce the shield and really clamp down on the Hero’s body. The General obliged by doing the same, but so long as Fury was in such close contact he could constantly leech energy from the human, and that same energy was being used to protect him as best as it could from the General’s own forceful grip. They flew at break neck speeds through the city, and Fury caught sight of a sky-scraper before he felt their momentum significantly shift and the noticeable change of forces acting upon him alerted him (as an advanced flyer himself.) that they were descending quickly towards the ground.
Fury didn’t like the idea of being used as a cushion for that particularly unpleasant sounding collision. His grip tightened from his right side, energy pulsing through the arm and causing it to shake with pent up force. He had barely moments to react, and as soon as he felt he was ready he let loose a strong blast of energy through his right hand, which counter-acted the downwards and forward momentum of the hero just enough so that they tilted, Fury no longer pointed straight down.
What the Fireen had not accounted for, was that they weren’t going to hit the ground. If that were the case, his powerful blast may have put him into a superior position for their imminent collision, but instead he was only half done with the revolution when suddenly the duo ploughed into a bear.
Blood and flesh scraped away, as if cleaved by some hefty axe, from his exposed right shoulder, which took the full brunt of his personal collision with the bear. He couldn’t be certain if his move had been enough to ensure the Hero also suffered some damage crashing into it, but regardless the Fireen slid across the bear’s massive back, roaring in anger and dim pain as he separated from the General somehow in the confusion, either from one or both of them losing grip or letting go. The Fireen bounced, full bodily, and launched off the side of the creature, crashing through a window on the opposite side of the street and disappearing in an explosive collision with a supply closet within.
His mind swimming with incredible pain, his armour shattered and his flesh lacerated and cut in multiple places, the Fireen began to feel the residual pull of an unearthly force. It tapped into his anger, drawing out reserves he didn’t quite know he had, but as he lay there amidst broken chairs and the remains of one valiant Henry the hoover, he refused to give into his baser form just yet…
Fury didn’t like the idea of being used as a cushion for that particularly unpleasant sounding collision. His grip tightened from his right side, energy pulsing through the arm and causing it to shake with pent up force. He had barely moments to react, and as soon as he felt he was ready he let loose a strong blast of energy through his right hand, which counter-acted the downwards and forward momentum of the hero just enough so that they tilted, Fury no longer pointed straight down.
What the Fireen had not accounted for, was that they weren’t going to hit the ground. If that were the case, his powerful blast may have put him into a superior position for their imminent collision, but instead he was only half done with the revolution when suddenly the duo ploughed into a bear.
Blood and flesh scraped away, as if cleaved by some hefty axe, from his exposed right shoulder, which took the full brunt of his personal collision with the bear. He couldn’t be certain if his move had been enough to ensure the Hero also suffered some damage crashing into it, but regardless the Fireen slid across the bear’s massive back, roaring in anger and dim pain as he separated from the General somehow in the confusion, either from one or both of them losing grip or letting go. The Fireen bounced, full bodily, and launched off the side of the creature, crashing through a window on the opposite side of the street and disappearing in an explosive collision with a supply closet within.
His mind swimming with incredible pain, his armour shattered and his flesh lacerated and cut in multiple places, the Fireen began to feel the residual pull of an unearthly force. It tapped into his anger, drawing out reserves he didn’t quite know he had, but as he lay there amidst broken chairs and the remains of one valiant Henry the hoover, he refused to give into his baser form just yet…
Rilla said
Which character to work on today.One of you go pick.
I choose the Hair Dresser.
Commence.
GreivousKhan said
Who cares about one universe.
Got to start small, you can't run before you walk.
Rilla, why has one of your characters (most of which are pictures, apparently) gained the enhanced vision of being able to see one mile? The average human can see (from a sciency-wiency perspective) many hundreds of light years, give or take, provided they have a clear line of sight. You'd have been better off just saying she has the eye-sight of an Osprey, a lot more impressive.
Mmhmm.
Anyway, recovered like a baus from my failed IC/OOC post to replace it with the glorious entrance of Les Melonerables, who will probably continue to sit around pestering Skallagrim like a seventh grader shooting spit-wads until I decide to form some sort of Mad Acolyte army to destroy the universe.
Plenty of time my sweet, plenty of time.
(points for getting reference.)
Anyway, recovered like a baus from my failed IC/OOC post to replace it with the glorious entrance of Les Melonerables, who will probably continue to sit around pestering Skallagrim like a seventh grader shooting spit-wads until I decide to form some sort of Mad Acolyte army to destroy the universe.
Plenty of time my sweet, plenty of time.
(points for getting reference.)
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