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You guys have some unique things in your fight. I am surprised you don't have the rock explode. You have the elements to do so. Water superheated in porous or even non porous but cracked rock would do some interesting things for your fight.
I doubt it could really affect you if you are ready for it, but since you admittedly are drunk the effect could be humorous. It can be considered a minor show of power since it hits with about 5 tons of force.
I doubt it could really affect you if you are ready for it, but since you admittedly are drunk the effect could be humorous. It can be considered a minor show of power since it hits with about 5 tons of force.
Well to a 7'3 guy your 5'3 height makes you a dwarf.
Just be glad you're not fighting a drunk dwarf...err wait
When you're ready for a second fight Eklispe, I'll work with you. in a fight concise and detailed semi-closed posts are required to indicate what you want to happen and leave an out if your opponent is able to do so.
In Vodry's defense he does state he is emitting a hf sonic blast, simply a high frequency sound wave, while I am not sure you can affect it at the ranges you are at, you can indeed affect the sound wave he uses through an introduction of wind than can bend the waves of sound back and vertical because you would be affecting his sound wave propagation. However as I said at this distance you are pretty hosed. At greater distances your defense would offer you some defense.
In Vodry's defense he does state he is emitting a hf sonic blast, simply a high frequency sound wave, while I am not sure you can affect it at the ranges you are at, you can indeed affect the sound wave he uses through an introduction of wind than can bend the waves of sound back and vertical because you would be affecting his sound wave propagation. However as I said at this distance you are pretty hosed. At greater distances your defense would offer you some defense.
Melon your discs are they energy eaters?
General Freedom frowned at the little man with the horribly scarred body; he was confused for a moment. Dialogue?
“I am sorry; I have heard so many of these speeches. When I respond I get admonished because the villain rants about how the questions are rhetorical, I figured you were rambling in the same manner so I was being polite.”
Rubbing his chin, Steve stared at the man, “Yeah about those scars, I am sorry. Looks like you went through a lot of trouble there. If you want, I can help you get justice. As for who I am, well I am General Freedom, champion of Earth.”
There was something oddly suspicious of the man, something that put Steve’s sense on alert, what was this tiny-tot body builder up to? The question asking him to detail his powers threw him for a loop, what kind of nut job was he dealing with.
Narrowing his eyes he shook his head and then in a sudden and swift move raised his, then stomped his foot down on the ground with such force that the sand shifted and cascaded out of the sand trap. The ground rolled and folded under the seismic wave that General Freedom generated with the action.
“What are you doing with those rings bunky? And why the hell do you want to know about my powers?” Steve asked as the ZPE flowing around his body flared slightly.
“I am sorry; I have heard so many of these speeches. When I respond I get admonished because the villain rants about how the questions are rhetorical, I figured you were rambling in the same manner so I was being polite.”
Rubbing his chin, Steve stared at the man, “Yeah about those scars, I am sorry. Looks like you went through a lot of trouble there. If you want, I can help you get justice. As for who I am, well I am General Freedom, champion of Earth.”
There was something oddly suspicious of the man, something that put Steve’s sense on alert, what was this tiny-tot body builder up to? The question asking him to detail his powers threw him for a loop, what kind of nut job was he dealing with.
Narrowing his eyes he shook his head and then in a sudden and swift move raised his, then stomped his foot down on the ground with such force that the sand shifted and cascaded out of the sand trap. The ground rolled and folded under the seismic wave that General Freedom generated with the action.
“What are you doing with those rings bunky? And why the hell do you want to know about my powers?” Steve asked as the ZPE flowing around his body flared slightly.
Time stopped, as General Freedom’s eyes wandered when the dwarf began talking. He could see the security guards for the golf course rushing forward in their bright green and white cart, a yellow light flashing atop it. Both were portly men used to drinking beers and eating high calorie foods, sitting on their ponderous posteriors watching monitors. Occasionally they would make their rounds, glad-handing and jovial men whose active law enforcing days were far behind them.
A low snarl escaped as he cast a glance at the dwarf, now shirtless. "I'm gonna feed you that stupid word that you keep calling me, lightbulb." The bearded mini-me exclaimed.
Jimmy Christmas! Was it a thing taught everywhere in the universe? Ego-maniacal droning monologues. His eyes lingered on the scars, this was going to be a tough fight if it came to it, those scars didn’t come easy and anyone capable of surviving such damage was a tough customer.
“Hold that thought bub!” General Freedom said as he leaped into the air, landing with a resounding thump behind the cart, and with a casual hand grabbed the back of the it. Still holding the rear end, he looked at both men, whose wide-eyed gaze told him all he needed to know.
“Gentlemen, thank you for your concern, but let me handle this.”
With a nod, the driver tilted his head, “Put us down General and go give that runt a pounding.”
As the cart roared away, General Freedom turned back to the alien; he smiled sheepishly, “Sorry you can continue your threatening monologue now. I just had to ensure those two wouldn't get hurt in our melee.”
A low snarl escaped as he cast a glance at the dwarf, now shirtless. "I'm gonna feed you that stupid word that you keep calling me, lightbulb." The bearded mini-me exclaimed.
Jimmy Christmas! Was it a thing taught everywhere in the universe? Ego-maniacal droning monologues. His eyes lingered on the scars, this was going to be a tough fight if it came to it, those scars didn’t come easy and anyone capable of surviving such damage was a tough customer.
“Hold that thought bub!” General Freedom said as he leaped into the air, landing with a resounding thump behind the cart, and with a casual hand grabbed the back of the it. Still holding the rear end, he looked at both men, whose wide-eyed gaze told him all he needed to know.
“Gentlemen, thank you for your concern, but let me handle this.”
With a nod, the driver tilted his head, “Put us down General and go give that runt a pounding.”
As the cart roared away, General Freedom turned back to the alien; he smiled sheepishly, “Sorry you can continue your threatening monologue now. I just had to ensure those two wouldn't get hurt in our melee.”
Alright. Thanks. I will read some threads and get into a dust up when one is presented.
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