NytefallFury’s breakneck run petered out at the same depressed rate as his towering anger. His foe had skidded neatly away from his energy blast, which carved a deep groove in the earth where he had been standing before dissipating. However, now that he had fled it became apparent to the Fireen warrior that Skallagrim was in fact not present, only some duo of randoms, one of which had obviously recently entered the Nexus Of Worlds.
He finally brought himself to a stop maybe twenty feet ahead of the older man, his chest heaving more from the effort of calming down than any real exertion. For the first time, he could see the world around him. Webs, everywhere, though they were of no concern to a being as physically powerful as himself. The real problem was the lack of life, the petrified stone beneath his feet provided no sustenance to the hungry being inside his very soul. It would be almost more effort than it was worth to remain here for any lengthy period of time.
That was not even to mention the fact that his entrance was likely to attract some ire from the individuals in front of him. A cursory examination actually revealed a surprising amount of energy in their insignificant forms, which would have been a cause for worry had Fury not decided long ago he was unstoppable. He stood there and rotated both shoulders, the army apparel covering his six foot three inch frame rubbing uncomfortably against his wounded right shoulder, though it had for practical purposes retained all its usefulness.
“I see now you’re not who I thought you were.” He said finally, after a relatively uncomfortable silence. His voice was surprisingly normal in essence for a man, though with a strange Slavic tilt to it, however beneath the voice was an echoing quality, that suggested more to the man then met the eye, provided the blue lines of energy etching across his face had not already revealed that much.
“I suggest you let it go.” He finished, looking straight at Kholodny and ignoring Kanitah entirely. Though it was perfectly possible that he was too busy running for his pathetic life to even listen, and was more than glad to accept his proposal by default.
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TheBiddz said
Okay this doesnt have anything to do with the fight, but how tall is Fury? Cause Khold is 6'2. Thats not exactly short.
He's not quite a six foot five tall skeleton though, and I mean small in presence more than physical height.
Oh, and Fury is 6ft 3" tall.
LeeRoy said
A: Kanitah wouldn't just sit back and let Fury destroy Kholodny. B: Fury attacked Kholodny while he was unaware, Kanitah wouldn't stand for that.C: I'd be breaking character if Kanitah just sat back and waited for Khazna to show up.
A: Obviously a joke
B: Obviously a joke
C: I'm sad now
LeeRoy said
You have no idea how long I have been waiting to see these two fight. I created Kanitah and sat down to think about who would be the exact perfect match up for him.Did the math, ran some numbers, and Fury is the perfect compliment for a fight with Kanitah.This is going to be fun.
Uh, I'm fighting theBiddz, you're going to have to fight Khan sorry.
Yeah pretty much, unless there's a specific circumstance where it makes more sense to break the order.
We'll probably split into separate groups for the fight anyway, if Khan ever arrives and a fight takes place, that is.
We'll probably split into separate groups for the fight anyway, if Khan ever arrives and a fight takes place, that is.
LeeRoy said
Ooh I'm gonna hit you so hard, your children will be born bruised.
Bring it, bitch.
Coz I arrived.
The party follows me everywhere.
The party follows me everywhere.
Yeah, I had the exact same problem with Biddz.
Apparently we had all this time of emptiness and nothing and then all three of us posted at the same time.
Apparently we had all this time of emptiness and nothing and then all three of us posted at the same time.
Fury looked irritated with Khazna, though that was fairly standard for the Fireen. He had been handed some standard combat apparel somewhat similar to modern day soldiers. It left him far less protected then his Antireen mail, but that was out of action while the specialists worked it over.
“I’ll find it; I want to get this done.” He replied shortly, walking past the man and purposely showing off his power by stepping through an air-lock designed for ships and gesturing to the engineer to open up. He looked back for a second, just as he was thrown into the void of space.
Already feeling the drag of gravity pulling him, the Fireen surrounded himself in an energy shield and drove downwards, cutting through the atmosphere with no particular issue as he entered the petrified world of the Webs. It was certainly far less hospitable and far more alien than the Alternate Earth he had until recently been inhabiting, but the warrior wasn’t one to care much for aesthetics anyway.
He sped through the darkened sky with apparent ease, his highly sensitive energy sensing abilities leading him ever forward like a scent to a blood hound. Soon however, there was a subtle shifting, as if proximity had given him a greater understanding of the energy signature he was closing in on. He recognised it.
Skallagrim.
Fury saw red, or in his case blue, and burst forward at an extraordinary speed. He barely had time to register that he was in fact charging down a short man, but rather launched a powerful explosive crescent of energy directly towards him and then slammed down into the ground, landing at a run and preparing to close the gap and kill who he thought was his worst enemy.
“I’ll find it; I want to get this done.” He replied shortly, walking past the man and purposely showing off his power by stepping through an air-lock designed for ships and gesturing to the engineer to open up. He looked back for a second, just as he was thrown into the void of space.
Already feeling the drag of gravity pulling him, the Fireen surrounded himself in an energy shield and drove downwards, cutting through the atmosphere with no particular issue as he entered the petrified world of the Webs. It was certainly far less hospitable and far more alien than the Alternate Earth he had until recently been inhabiting, but the warrior wasn’t one to care much for aesthetics anyway.
He sped through the darkened sky with apparent ease, his highly sensitive energy sensing abilities leading him ever forward like a scent to a blood hound. Soon however, there was a subtle shifting, as if proximity had given him a greater understanding of the energy signature he was closing in on. He recognised it.
Skallagrim.
Fury saw red, or in his case blue, and burst forward at an extraordinary speed. He barely had time to register that he was in fact charging down a short man, but rather launched a powerful explosive crescent of energy directly towards him and then slammed down into the ground, landing at a run and preparing to close the gap and kill who he thought was his worst enemy.
Alright, I'll have Fury recognize the residual power of Skallagrim and fly straight towards it, possibly even blindly engaging Ice-y with a light energy attack.
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