Metal Tortoise

~THE GUILD COLOSSEUM~

That would probably work. I like to think he can match like, higher powered people but again, he's like Fresh off the typed letters NEW so it's sort of a test in progress while playing.

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I'll see about throwing up Steer here after our fight, Doc.

Melee! Kentucky Tom vs Steer Cottonworth

@Doc Doctor

Steer:

{Instant regret.}

Yeah oh yeah, he was regretting it already. He should of kept his big mouth shut but Tom heard anyway and he said and obvious spell incantation that in reality, Steer had no clue what to deduce what would happen or even predict it. Such was usually the way with magic, honestly, but it tended to be more direct to. Toms arsenal reminded the whimsical martial artist of ideas concocted and cooked up during inebriation and laughed/joked about after the fact. Nothing wrong with it, Steer could appreciate the simplicity and quickness of it, though the thought of what possibly was gonna happen made him huff behind his fists, the left part of his lips tugging up in a toothy smile.

“Just to let you know, if you turn me into Powdered Toast man, THEN we’ll have actual problems. I used to have dreams of cinnamon and a man flying backwards to dropkick me in the face when I was little.”

Humor again, though he wasn’t lying. Submission and he had to go first again…he nodded, a thought or two passing his head, that hidden smirk never leaving his head as he found himself rather…Happy, with everything at the moment. The fight, his opponent, the people around them with their cheers and jeers, even the surrounding area. Despite what it was all for, it was oddly soothing to Steer and it concocted into a light bit of Happiness he enjoyed…and was intent on soon utilizing, should things get hazy. Hidden Schematics aside, Steer took a step forward with his right foot, stopped just in case (if there was one thing he learned Tom was quick and resourceful and was good at acting while you were in the process) then, instead of stepping forward, he slid his left foot forward gradually. After the right step his left side had turned back a bit, which was odd given how his knees were slightly bend and how he was sliding his left foot forward, but it served its purpose. That foot or two breached, left side reared back a bit but left foot moving forward, Steer attempted what he called a ‘Light-Left Hook’, the swing of his left forward added in with his left foot sliding up giving the punch attempt (the former ‘Wall’ left fist moving appropriately to accommodate this) a bit of momentum but nothing wild, just a simple boxing measure with a simple ploy.

Back to melee, or so Steer hoped, everything aside from the punch still in place and secretly planned, just in case!

Melee! Kentucky Tom vs Steer Cottonworth

@Doc Doctor

Steer:

{Recarded.}

He was only lucky, truth be told. Had Tom done something or just dodged the projection, truth be told he probably would have had Steer on the defensive, what with the nut kick and all. Regardless, such wasn’t the case and both fighters found themselves momentarily paused. Steer was tense, one eye shut tight and frowning because he expected Tom to be on him or send something utterly weird, wacky, but efficient/effective magic wise…instead a pair of glasses and of all things a little person appeared. Glasses were handed to Tom and like that the little person was gone. Any pain once in his ballsack was gone just because his mind, his body was focused on the absurdity of it all. He blinked, shook his head and stood up, tilting his head to one side then the other, eyes shut, shoulders rolling before of all things a lopsided grin formed on his pale white face.

“You aint to bad yourself. That spell stuff you got comes in handy, offensive wise and er…well, utility wise.”

From base observations. His own ‘ability’ had faded, both Chi and Anger-Chi, not because he couldn’t maintain them, but moreso for a slight ‘honor’ reason. They were obviously restarting, mostly because they both had sort of outdid the other in certain aspects and Steer didn’t mind. The stance taken seemed simple but the old boys back in the day, despite being straightforward and not so tact with their punches, knew how to throw them. Luckily, despite his somewhat more ‘Eastern’ training in terms of melee and martial arts, he knew the slgihts and in and outs of boxing.

“Well, since the wager is over…How do you wanna do this, Mr. Tom? TKO, submission, etc? Stick to fists this time or go with whatever flow both of us are feeling?”

Best to ask now. He had a feeling Tom wouldn’t exactly answer him or be straight with him, advantages and possibility of vengeance on Toms part made Steer think this, but you never know, right? Right. Steer inhaled a breath of air, knees bent slightly, right foot sliding back and both arms coming up in what Steer called a ‘Walled Box’ formation, forearms facing Tom while fists stood up and covered his lips. To the question his brow quirked and he thought real hard. Sadly he wasn’t born during that time and the time after was, well…Literal ALIENS fucking things up, he did remember some of the shows his father showed him, who was old enough to know a few shows and have the ability to show them to Steer as a kid.

“…Ren and Simpy.”

Why did he feel like he was going to regret saying this, despite his prepared stance?

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As it should be.

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You base the Tierings off of 'Vs Battle', Doc? Was just curious, seems like it, both work pretty well.

Melee! Kentucky Tom vs Steer Cottonworth

@Doc Doctor

Steer:

{Stepping back to punch.}

This was getting weirder and weirder, but each purpose was served, at least. The change from a palm to a fist indeed, did not stop Steers intent. Truth be told the clutching ‘palm’ was more meant to get a grip on Tom, but a punch was still a punch, even if, indeed it clocked on the harder skull. Whats more, no boxing cloves, so as anger laced Chi Fist still landed, as did knuckles pop and feel the sting of a hard durable surface. Mind you, this wasn’t the ‘world of hurt’ Toms face was probably in, a punch to the dome was a punch to the dome, but Steer wasn’t going full ‘Fist throwing punch drunk’ force just yet. As if the oddities had to pile onto each other, as Steer did the second part to his two pronged Chi laced Attack, Tom quaintly did a hasty sounding spell of his own. This one was confusing as all hell as Steer…found the hand pointing irresistible. A look of utter bafflement took over his features as this occurred.

“Wha…OOF!”

Right to the balls Toms kick went, just after the eruption of Chi on the held spot. The small eruption would still occur mind you, but a kick to the nads was still a kick to the nads, and it hurt like heck. Steers knees wobbled but he had an idea. Fully focusing on the gal and ‘dishonor’ that he really didn’t feel, flair of actual JUST red anger-Chi stayed formed upon his right hand, the former gripping one. With Tom taking a step back due to releasing him, a small distance was between them…then quickly killed as Steer utilized his Projection ability and lightly ‘thrust’ his former gripping hand forward a tad bit. From it was projected a literal rad hand with bulnted curved but sharp ‘fingers’ that quickly sought to bash into and grip that assaulted side and with a wave of Steers hand pull it to his left, seeking to utilize the snap motion of his attack and slight disorientation Steer assumed Tom had to drive him down to the ground, right side first. The projected red colored Anger-Hand was connected to Steers upper left arm and hand, a slight handicap when he used the low-powered/snap shot like attacks in his arsenal of power, but effective none the less.

Still, again, Steer had been kicked in the nads and after the motion, success or not, a knee was taken ‘cus good LORD did that hurt. Regret came in not buying that cup a friend suggested, but oh well. Crowd was still into it (though the low bow earned a boo or two) and Steer was at least owed a meal and beer from all this. Win win for him, win-lose given what could occur.

Melee! Kentucky Tom vs Steer Cottonworth

@Doc Doctor

Huh, if you can gather two willing participants after this, I'd be down for a tag fight.

Steer is sort of more...Balance and application of force, rather then brute force...though in terms of 'powers' that depends what he is using.

Melee! Kentucky Tom vs Steer Cottonworth

@Doc Doctor

Steer:

{Blankly Handing.}

It was the opposite for Steer. Mind you he didn’t start off as a great Martial Artists, but a good many years of traveling, a tutorship that revolved around that AND made him form his own method of Chi utilization made Steer the man he was now. Not invincible, not the perfect form of Martial Arts incarnate, no, none of the above…But he liked to think he was damn good at it one way or another. This was evident to Tom no doubt given the current actions but for his lack of ‘formal training’ his display and abities were keeping Steer on his toes. Simplicity at its finest or so it seemed, though Steer had to admit those weird names were…just that, weird and slightly silly. Nothing bad about it, it had proven effective once, and now twice as the curse was apparent upon striking.

“Fuck…”

Speaking of cursing, Steer mentally cursed himself for at least not activating ‘Blue Eyes’, might of saved him a problem or two, or he’d at least be able to detect Kentuckies magical influence while it was in the act. Sadly this wasn’t the case here and Steer found…his sight not fading but getting worse. Well that was just plain annoying…and…and was that physical matter forming randomly over his face? It was just what…Oh…Oh..

“Tom, you got one weird ass school of magic, broski…URK!”

Despite the words, it was an exchange of blows. While he flung his left arm for a punch, Steers mind recalled what it saw, Toms positioning and where a thing or two was, and since they were so close? He opted to forego defense in exchange for, well, literally exchanging blows. Kentuckies left and right hand in use meant Steers left was able to be used as well. About the same time he flung the punch, Steer flung what looked like a claw like ‘palm’…Towards Kentuckies neck. He didn’t need to get a full grasp, he just needed to get close enough. On the left hand, just like the right had done previously, that gray colored film had formed, only this time with a faint reddish outline. Unlike the first Chi blast, this was a Chi blast infused with a part of the Emotional Heptagon; Anger. Utilizing the reasoning of ‘well this jerk DIDN’T keep to melee, he just used magic first’ as a light outlet for Anger, Steer channeled his chi with Anger based properties outward into left hand and just as Kentuckies fist landed with his nose, he should feel something along the lines of the Chi from before…Only laced with a burning searing feeling that felt like a small fire on the skin of his neck that’d hurt but oddly enough NOT in what one could call a ‘killing’ way…Remember light powers, no raging infernos, searing blue flames or the rare ‘nuclear’ option, just simple harmful but NOT meant to kill heat applied to the neck!

This served two purposes in itself, as a foot note. Steer was well aware Kentucky could utilize his own right arm to possibly stop this, both being on the same level of each other, but if he did, well, long story short, his previous right hand strike would of stayed firmly on Kentuckies left side, sought to grab onto the clothing at that and if he thought it hurt first, well, if he bopped the left hand away, imagine feel that Chi on the same spot again only with the seering potency of the Anger ‘edge’. Easily traversable if needed, in fact Kentuckies reaction would dictate what occurred to an extent but regardless Steer got hit, without a chance to roll with the punch either and that hurt! Caused his feet to pace backward, one step for either, possibly still ‘glass-sighted’ or not, but such details were left up to the ‘Blind Nerd’ spell itself!

Melee! Kentucky Tom vs Steer Cottonworth

@Doc Doctor

Steer:

{It’s maaaagggggiiiiiiiiic.}

With first blows, in Steers mind, it wasn’t so much as doing damage, more seeing what your opponent could do and at what level. Steer kept in mind the odd stance Kentucky was taking, and odd it was. He didn’t move, it was almost casual, but the real ‘kicker’ seemed to be the words he spoke. Steer wasn’t expert number one on magical forces, he had his own ‘arsenal’mind you, but light or high, physically spoken spells were a tad bit tricky. They usually sounded like utter nonsense and what was flung from them, be it via hand or something else usually was just that. This was the case here sadly, though despite the nonsense done, spells had their own nifty affects which when it came down to it, the best option to them was more physical avoidance then fancy tricks.

“Aw heck…”

Sadly that wasn’t on the Menu and Kentuckies intent was successful. The only solid defense melee wise Steer could think of was a tenseness of his body, from his ankles up to the spot right below the back of his neck given he could clearly see his back was to Kentucky. Luckily this worked in tandem with his missed kick, as said left kick was meant more of a cautionary starting move usually easily adjusted to correct a miss or mistake to make tripping, falling, and outright good damage near impossible. Just as Kentucky raised his foot, his right leg lifted his heel slightly, said heel turning slightly to outward towards Steers right, another small defensive action though it looked odd probably from Kentuckies point of view.

“Urk!”

And he was kicked at the knee. Slight preparation absorbed the damge though, IE, the tenseness in his body and the heel of his right foot raising. It wasn’t perfect, the right leg unwillingly took a ‘step’ forward from the kick but given semi-preparedness Steer had, it was just that; a disorganized step forward from its original placing, Steers right arm and hand curling inward over his waist perhaps to keep his torso upright. However, that was not all. As fast as the foot was forced into its awkward ‘pace’ forward, it turned, having done so in a likewise but organized fashion, the heel pointing completely to Steers right, planted not to firmly but firm enough to stay in the ground, aiding the extended posture of his more extended left leg. A counter would use all these elements in tandem as soon as his right turned foot hit the ground.

The turn of his right was for a reason of course; Steer allowed a sort of natural pull of body to occur, aided by all the other prepared tenseness in his body to turn his left side backwards in a half circle. If one could paint it completely, it was a quick pivot to face Kentucky again, a slight leg sweep added with his extended left leg of low-medium strength his the side of his right foot. Along with this, since Kentucky had been so kind to do a little not-melee ability, Steer somewhat did the same wise. In truth the ‘supporting’ right arm to keep his torso up was a ‘hidding’ attempt for as soon as Steer turned, not only did the left foot/leg swipe occur, one could clearly see Steers right hand was covered in an airy gray sort of aura. This was his Chi capability, not in its best state and quickly made, it wasn’t the most effective, but thrusting his right hand forward, in a clenched claw like fashion no less (as he faced Kentucky again, if all went as planned) the wavy aura would fade from Steers hand and fly forward seeking to imbed itself into the lower inner section of Kentuckies left side. The Chi orb was baseball size, the impact would be felt like a fist to the gut if it did impact and upon impact it would ‘explode’ much like a water balloon and hit Kentucky with a gathered but small wave of heat and Kinetic force properties that would of course hurt in it itself…and also possibly leave a small scorch mark on the mans fancy get up.

Despite the slight intricacy and fancy footwork, proper preparation that was almost completely on the mark made Steers motion, from his pivot to Chi-ball flinging fluid, organized and swift, coming in just as quickly as Kentuckies second obviously magical/ability flinging word was nearly completed, perhaps cancelling out altogether, perhaps not. One thing was for certain; the crowd was enjoying the strange brawl already, not many ‘abilities’ were seen in these parts after all!