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Hmmm... This looks mighty interesting and a lot like something I'd enjoy. I'll have to read up on the IC stuff before making a concrete decision though. Consider my interest piqued. I've always loved the noir setting, and adding mutant superpowers just makes it that much more fun.
Unfortunately for Mordem, the blade was extending from the back of the gauntlet rather than the front, and his sword's progress came to an abrupt halt at Bloodshot's wrist, where it sandwiched itself between the flat of the gauntlet blade and the back of the mercenary's hand. At the instant this happened, Bloodshot twisted his arm and wrist down and back, aiming to disarm the other man of his primary melee weapon.

On another front, or rather in Mordem's front, the step-crouch forward had brought the man nearly nose-to-metal with Bloodshot's now-retracted staff, and all that would be required to strike him in the face was a simple twist of the wrist. Given the backward force being applied to the man's sword, however, Bloodshot decided to go one better and add a full swing to the blow, to compensate in case the man let Bloodshot's attempt at disarming him pull him backward. If all went well, which it rarely did, the blow would strike Mordem square in the face and that would be the end of it.
The kid had some nice moves, that much was certain. Quick, too. Most people would have been flattened by that thrust, rather than avoiding it and using the new position to initiate a counter-attack. Mordem wasn't the only one with exceptional reflexes, however, and by the time the blade reached the level of his elbow, Bloodshot was retracting the staff back toward himself and bending his elbow away from the strike, just enough that the tip of the sword swished against the fabric of his body glove instead of through the bone and muscle of the arm.

Simultaneously to this, his right arm came up and drove toward Mordem's unprotected left side, fingers curled into a fist and aimed at his lower ribcage. The fist wasn't the only part of the attack Mordem had to worry about, however, and when it closed to within a foot of the other man the twelve inch blade housed in Bloodshot's right gauntlet was released. The blade, with the help of a short extension segment, would project its full twelve inch length past the end of the mercenary's fist, further compounding the speed and piercing power of the blow, as he had also done with the staff.
The sword clunked against the side of his armor's knee-pad with even less fanfare than the C4 had produced. "That's it?" The back of the knee might have been a good target if Mordem had been able to get to it from where he stood, but all things considered the "attack" was about as wounding as dropping a butter knife on concrete. Bloodshot didn't even bother with trying to block it.

There was an opening on Mordem's left side that had been created by the first stroke of the melee portion of the fight, but unfortunately Bloodshot's right hand was empty, and the sword had greater reach than his gauntlet blades which left Mordem just out of range for a quick retaliation. By that means at least. Instead, he gripped the idle staff in his left hand tighter and shoved it forward toward the center of Mordem's chest, extending it as he did so to compound both the speed and force of the blow.
Two more bullets fired through the building as the man approached proved to be just as ineffective as the first, ricocheting off the sword into the ground and another building. Not a bullet timer then. No way he could have seen them coming through the walls. That left a precog sense or special sword. Or both. Either way it spelled the end of the gunfight portion of the day. "Wonderful."

When the man came into view and offered his suggestion, it was one that Bloodshot had already resolved to initiate. I guess great minds think alike, or something. "Fine by me. Bullet holes or electrical burns, I get paid either way." The staff retracted as he holstered his pistol, sliding back into itself until it reached a length of only two feet, and he turned to face Mordem fully, staff held ready in his left hand while his right remained empty. For the time being, at least. "I'll even give you one free hit."
Bloodshot let the momentum of his swing carry him around to face the direction the man had gone, his eyes catching the last flash of white as the man disappeared and his ears noting the dull thud in the dirt. His eyes flashed down and the item was revealed to be a block of C4, primed and ready for its power to be harnessed. It took him all of half a second after it struck the ground to put a single bullet through the detonator. Without that, the stuff won't go off even if you light it on fire. Convenient, innit?

With the problem of the C4 out of the way, Bloodshot turned to the building Mordem had disappeared behind and stared it down. Wooden construction, half rotted in places from age and lack of maintenance. Not the kind of place that's well suited to taking hits from armor piercing bullets. "Ping." An audio command to Bloodshot's helmet that would be inaudible from outside it. The helmet complied by activating its penetrating radar feature and dousing the building ahead with concentrated radio waves, revealing the location of everything inside (or outside and nearby) that had more mass than a tablecloth. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
He did what now? How the hell did he manage that?
Ok, so tier 1 is just your average everyday Joe with no outstanding skills, abilities, or physical traits, and tier 2 would be the real-life master martial artists or marine force recon snipers, or world-class bodybuilding weightlifters, or Olympic athletes? And Tier 3 would be like Daredevil, Bullseye, or the Punisher?
You can create your own RP and shape it to your own preferences. That's what you can do. Lol. No one is stopping you from creating your own universe with your own rules (or lack of rules). While most of the sites I've written on and RP's I've participated in would be limited to tiers 5 and lower, I think I might actually enjoy fighting a character on Seed's level. I'd just have to break through the "huge super-powers are PGing" mentality that I've developed in regards to my own characters and get used to slinging buildings at people. So to speak.

Or I could just show up with a flamethrower. Your choice. Lol.
The way I see it, if it's not something the character would do, then its akin to power-gaming if you make them do it. No different than making them act on information they couldn't actually know. Though that gets me in trouble sometimes in group RP's where the thing my character would do ends up screwing over the entire plot...
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