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Tomaru's intense blue eyes were keen on Fuchsia as he soared through the air, watching every nuance of his wretched little body, especially those involving that ornate club. He had no knowledge of guns, or in this case a soul-firing bazooka, but he had plenty of experience dealing with magic users. When a mage pointed a staff, a palm, or even a mildly threatening finger at you, it was time to move. So, when the gaping hole at the base of the club met with Tomaru's equally vacant eyes, the kitsune wasted no time in removing himself from the general vicinity. Fortunately, his weight was already primarily in his legs, so an evasive leap was only a matter of deciding where to go. The fastest solution was to twirl around and dart toward the platform behind him, but that would mean taking his eyes off of his opponent, a mortal sin that all martial artists are indoctrinated to avoid from day one. However, there was far more to this arena than the platforms, and nobody had given him a reason why he needed to stay on them. After all, in one sense they were platforms, but in another sense they were thirty foot stone shields.

His path of evasion decided, Tomaru took a tiny hop back and slipped down off of the edge of the platform. As he did this, he whipped out his katana, clutching it firmly in his right hand. Before the fascist fuehrer's furious face emerged from the gaping jaws of the hellzooka, Tomaru was slipping out of sight below the platform. Threat of magic or not, Fuchsia was still heading towards the same spot, so there was no need to completely abandon his position. He caught himself on the edge with his left hand and used his blade as a sort of mirror to continue watching Fuchsia. The image was distorted from the contour of the metal and dim due to the surrounding darkness, but although he wasn't able to see exactly what Fuchsia was doing, he was at least able to see where he was... and he had found found a sort of loophole in the mortal sin, so perhaps his master wouldn't reprimand him.

Time-jump fantasy RP.

I'll be lurking and awaiting more details.

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Ok, I think I see the discrepancy here. For the sake of this explanation the "near end" will be the end of Tomaru's platform closest to Fuchsia's original platform and the "far end" will be the end of Tomaru's platform opposite the near end. I had originally interpreted Fuchsia's jump as aiming for the near end. You stated that you were aiming for the "opposite" end, but it was a bit vague as to what exactly was being opposed. If it was opposite Fuchsia's original platform, either end could be construed as opposite since they are technically both opposing the other platform. I interpreted it as the end opposing the direction Tomaru was facing, and since the two characters were facing each other, that makes it the near end. Since Fuchsia is aiming for the far end though, this totally changes my visualization of the jump and I agree that the resulting leap, as written, is not feasible. I think the best solution, then, would be for me to edit (read: completely overhaul) the post to account for this discrepancy. Just post one more OOC post to let me know you read this and agree with it, and then I'll make the edit.

I would also recommend using this "near end - far end" terminology in the future to avoid further confusion since I foresee a lot of platforming on this stage, "near" and "far" both being relative to the person making the leap. As for Tomaru's stats, there was nothing in the character skeleton stating that I needed to quantify my character's exact stats and the tier descriptions were more qualitative than anything else, so I felt a qualitative description of Tomaru's abilities was appropriate. I will say that since speed and strength are not specified as abilities, he will lose in a contest of raw speed and raw strength against characters who have those qualities listed as a specialty. You will also see that he will find ways to avoid such direct competition (such as staying out of the line of fire rather than literally dodging a rocket). And, of course, I consider such movements to be interruptions and according to the rules you may modify your actions afterwards.

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Yea, sorry for the long reply time. Long day a work, came home, took a nap, woke up a midnight. I'm sure you know the deal.

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Actually, the distance between Tomaru and the other platform is 15 feet, since he is on one edge, jumping to another.

Each platform is 30 feet in diameter and there is a 15 foot space between them.

Tomaru jumps as Fuchsia is aiming at him, not as he fires a rocket. He doesn't need to be faster than the rocket, he needs to be faster than the time it takes for Fuchsia to aim plus the time it takes for the rocket to go the 25 feet you specified (and as I wrote in the post, he was already jumping by the time the rocket emerged from the hellzooka). Now, since this is a Tier 5 tournament where all the characters could "defeat Trinity from The Matrix with ease," I feel as though this is a reasonable degree of reflex and speed for a martial arts master. Furthermore, Tomaru doesn't even need to complete the full 15 ft leap before the rocket hits, he just needs to traverse a bit of it to avoid the initial blast and the rest is yet to come.

Now, if the distance between Tomaru and the rocket, and consequently Fuchsia since he's holding the hellzooka, is 25 feet, as you are saying, we can use the Pythagorean Theorem to calculate the range of all possible altitudes for Fuchsia, which is 25 feet if he is directly above Tomaru, or 20 feet if he is directly above the edge of the opposite platform. Since he would likely be mid leap when he fires the rocket ~22 feet is a reasonable altitude. Even if we cut that number more than in half to 10 feet in the air, Tomaru is still less than 10 feet tall and could reasonably pass under Fuchsia given the near-linear trajectory I described.

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Tomaru's intense blue eyes were keen on Fuchsia as he soared through the air, watching every nuance of his wretched little body, especially those involving that ornate club. He had no knowledge of guns, or in this case a soul-firing bazooka, but he had plenty of experience dealing with magic users. When a mage pointed a staff, a palm, or even a mildly threatening finger at you, it was time to move. So, when the gaping hole at the base of the club met with Tomaru's equally vacant eyes, the kitsune wasted no time in removing himself from the general vicinity. Fortunately, his weight was already primarily in his legs, so an evasive leap was only a matter of deciding where to go. He leaned forward and chose the very platform that his opponent had just abandoned as his new home.

In a white and crimson streak, he darted to the platform, his leap having a much lower arc than Fuchsia's; while the demon chose to gain altitude and descend from above, Tomaru put the majority of his energy into forward velocity, only putting just enough upward force in the jump to prevent gravity from pulling him below his mark. It was a smooth line of motion that put him below Fuchsia and well outside of the impending spell's trajectory. As soon as the fascist fuehrer's furious face emerged from the gaping jaws of the hellzooka, Tomaru was mid-leap. His ears twitched at the simply charming sound coming from the club, but by the time Rocket Hitler hit the vacant spot where Tomaru once stood, the kitsune was already on the other platform, waiting in his Hebi stance to see what his opponent -- and Hitler -- would do.

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As soon as Fuchsia leaped from his platform, Tomaru could tell where he would land; it was one of the disadvantages of taking your feet off the ground and letting inertia and gravity determine where you went. The next step was determining what he would do upon landing. Well, Fuchsia seemed intent on doing something with that club, but he was holding it in an unfamiliar stance. There was no way he could swing that club with any notable force from that stance. There had to be some other purpose to it, but there was no way to deduce what it was given his current observations. So, he decided to place himself based on where Fuchsia would land and the possible directions that he would swing his club.

Tomaru dashed forward to the edge of the platform such that he would be standing on Fuchsia's left side, opposite the strange club. His hands shifted down, grasping the katana at his side, building up tension within the sheath as he entered his Hebi stance. He lead with his left foot, placing that one just behind where Fuchsia's own left foot would land and put the majority of his weight into his left side. This position wasn't ideal for doing maximal damage, but Tomaru had more strategic things in mind than just hitting really hard...

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The wretched creature standing before Tomaru was far from the most clever scoundrel that he had dealt with, and even farther from being the best liar. He was fidgety and anxious, not even bothering to hide his "tells;" he agreed with everything and pointed out superficial similarities, just like most liars do to gain trust; his fabrication piled on more inconsistencies when his description of a magical bear trap did more or less the opposite of what an actual bear trap did (why not just say the jaws would clamp down on their legs?); the fact that the word "heaven" literally made him vomit didn't help his case either. What truly altered Tomaru to the impending danger, though, was Fuchsia's complete lack of combat etiquette. Comrades in arms would never throw their weapons at each other, especially when they were only just starting to build trust. They calmly and respectfully handed each other their weapons with the handle facing the recipient to avoid any misunderstandings.

Now, Tomaru was generally not inclined to handle severed heads under normal circumstances, but here Fuchsia's behavior led him to believe that this was nothing other than a sneak attack. Well, if the demon genuinely felt that he had actually fooled anybody, then Tomaru was certain that his rebuttal would be a potent psychological victory. As the skullnade traversed its treacherous arc, the kitsune leaned forward out of Usagi and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Then he uncrossed his arms and pressed his palms together, as if in prayer, and released the Ki he had been building up. A sphere of kinetic energy burst forth from his body as Fuchsia shouted, "Hail Mary." This Gekitaisuru was not a particularly strong one, but for such a light projectile it was more than enough. The blast wave from the skullnade was pushed back towards Fuchsia. Due to the distance between them and the dispersal of energy, it probably wouldn't pose a serious threat, but again, Fuchsia didn't need to know that.

Destroy the Godmodder

Summoning doesn't seem to matter. I kinda summoned half the cast of Godzilla. Nothing happened.

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What Fuchsia said didn't add up. The hosts of an invitation-only tournament held in a dream dimension hadn't accounted for latecomers, yet still allowed two people, who were both equally late, interrupt the flow of the contest, and yet they they gave all of the information to only one member of this alleged team? Furthermore, if there were two latecomers, and two contestants without opponents, why change the 1v1 format to 2v2? Hosting two separate matches and simply dropping the latecomers into the vacant slots in the already dreamed-up arenas would have made far more sense. Plus, the scent of death that the demon exuded didn't exactly give him a trustworthy ethos. Tomaru wasn't buying it; if the rules had changed, Skallagrim would have said something. But, Fuchsia didn't need to know that...

"Oh, you don't say?" Tomaru said in an awestruck tone, and then shifted to a new stance. He crossed his arms in a relaxed fashion and leaned backwards, balancing himself on his tail. His toes were off the ground, but his heels were still planted quite firmly. To those unfamiliar with the Usagi stance, it looked like Tomaru was genuinely relaxed, but he was actually still perfectly balanced and from this position he was quite ready to spring in any direction should the demon standing across from him decide to do anything... well, demonic. "My name's Tomaru," he continued in a conversational tone as he channeled Ki into his right arm, "and I'm sure glad you're on my side. That club of yours is really scary." Mental battles were often just as fun as physical ones, providing one had a good opponent. He wondered how far his opponent was willing to take the ruse. "Hey, do you think we're allowed to set up traps before they get here? That would give us a huge advantage!" With that, Tomaru had effectively bet on every possible outcome: he was ready for the very likely scenario that this was a ruse, but he was also prepared for the non-zero-probability event that another team was indeed coming.