Skallagrim

Cho Sun-Jin vs. Kolskegg.

Kolskegg spotted his adversary, a smaller man than he imagined, but the fire stick he had was long. Much longer than the others, it was something worthy of a warrior indeed. As the Viking took a step forward, the smaller man pointed it towards him. Kolskegg realizing that another such blow from that staff might kill him, darted off to his right as the weapon fired. The bullet banged against the shield askance, ricocheting away with an angry whine. The blow toppled the Viking, who vanished amid the ongoing chaos of the earthquake in a debris field.

Rising from his fall, he spotted the man running away, all the while dropping blue objects. Moving slowly and with caution, Kolskegg began following the man when an explosion erupted, kicking debris into the air. The inherent problem with a proximity charge that required movement to activate , while a powerful earthquake were in effect, was that there was more than enough debris of sufficient size falling to activate the mines.

In quick succession as Kolskegg followed Cho, the earthquake detonated the mines that the man had dropped. Clearly Hel was enjoying herself in this realm. As Kolskegg followed the man, the destruction was absolute, the ruins succumbing to the magic of the Northman. Clambering along a crumbled walkway he heard the man speak.

"Hey! Asswipe! Over here!"

Pausing Kolskegg pondered that. The man had called him an asswipe. The Viking began laughing; his booming baritone filled the air. “Dwarf you have a good sense of humor. Verily I wish to share mead with you in Valhalla one day.”

As he stood watching the man, the Viking tapped his bag, feeling the warmth of the magic. Soon, very soon he would summon another rune and the battle would become a decidedly intimate affair. Hopping off the debris wall, he began jogging slowly at an oblique angle in relation to man. His shield and sword held ready.

Cho Sun-Jin vs. Kolskegg.

Kolskegg felt the first subtle shifts of the earth. Hel was coming; she would be clawing at the earth in an attempt to escape her realm. The Viking knew the minute she arrived beneath him the battle would change as it must when the Goddess decided to intervene. Shrugging his shield up he stepped forward, ready to slay the metal beast when suddenly something impacted the shield with so much force he believed that Thor himself had struck him with Mjolnir.

That impact struck him in the chest, knocking him down. The Cheytac’s specific built round had struck the shield. The supersonic bullet nearly expelling all of its kinetic energy in penetrating the shield had little left when it crashed into the mail armor. Even so, the bullet hit with enough force to take the breath from Kolskegg’s lungs and knock him down.

It was when he hit that the runic spell erupted around him with full force. A 6.5 scale earthquake, centered on the Viking and radiating out in a radius of 150 feet shifted the earth. The grenade, having been tossed with waning energies, slipped into a fissure, falling into the dark earth before detonating harmlessly.

The turret and its operator would be shaken and disrupted from firing effectively any further. The ruins, those with old timbers and crumbled walls would begin to accelerate in one direction before a sudden snap and shift caused them to accelerate in the other. The stresses on these old physical structures would be too much to bear. They would fall.

The ground beneath Kolskegg slipped and shifted and dropped him down a full two feet below where he had fallen. Touching his chest he felt broken links. These wizards were indeed powerful. Holding his shield before his face to protect him from detritus he marveled the perfect hole in his shield.

“All-Father who ever these warriors are. Grant them your mercy and bring them to Valhalla where I may drink with them until the end of days.”

Slowly, painfully sitting up, the shield before him the Viking began standing gingerly as he watched the havoc that Hel wrought on the battlefield.

“You are a magnificent bitch Hel. I am your humble servant.” He said as he clambered from the hole and began running towards the turret. Every step he took was on flat ground; while the shaking and roiling of the land increased the closer he approached his prey. The turret toppled under the influences of the earthquake as the ground rippled and a fissure erupted beneath it.

The one known as Powers was visibly trying to maintain his balance, his weapon struggling to line up a shot on the oncoming warrior. The ground beneath him shifted violently with the right foot suddenly thrust upward as the ground rose. When it stopped he was eye to eye with the Viking who narrowed his eyes a moment before saying something. The only word that rung with any sort familiarity was Valhalla. Then the blued sword was a flash and it was over, the blade had entered just above the chest armor at the base of Power’s throat and emerged through the shoulder blades as easy as a hot knife through butter.

The buildings that comprised the ruined village were now hazards to any that remained among them as they tumbled and fell. The violent shaking ripping apart the foundations and the wooden supports cracked under the intense and sudden shifting of the earth.

Kolskegg eyed the ruins, there was one more. There was the leader of this band. For none of the weapons thus far had penetrated the shield save one. A weapon of such power belongs to a hero, and that hero was who the Viking searched for now. The true fight was at hand, the heroes of their respective realms would now face off.

Arena Chat Thread

Soooo you're saying he'll have a big head?

Arena Chat Thread

Alright, it'll be fine. You'll have a beautiful baby boy in no time.

Cho Sun-Jin vs. Kolskegg.

Well I think this fight is just warming up. I have to say your NPC's are doing a nice job of racking up some damage to his armor. I think the next few rounds will be interesting. I assume you are using the .408/419 round for the Cheytac? If so I will post a reply shortly.

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The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Though I accept the physical effect they have because it is within tier, without actually preparing an attack using them they won't do shield breaking damage, as I like to think of the charging system.

As for Fury's record, to my knowledge he has only lost a single fight versus Skallagrim.

@MelonHead

Fury is a badass, tough to gain an advantage on powerwise. You have to think moves ahead of Melon and it ain't easy.

Cho Sun-Jin vs. Kolskegg.

The hunters turned, they were moving towards him now. A grim countenance settled on the Viking, these people were becoming a hindrance to what Kolskegg needed to do. Standing with the tree shielding his body from the wicked little creature, he focused on the woman headed towards him. Behind her another followed suit, they carried those nasty fire rods.

“Come children of Huginn and Muninn, lend me your protection. Shield my movements to mine foes.” The Viking murmured as he waited a moment longer. Once the swarthy woman was beneath the outer most of the black birds, he moved. The swirling chaotic motions of the birds descended around both he and the woman, obscuring them from even the keenest eye in a flurry of large, winging bodies. Nearly 10,000 of the cawing black birds spun and wheeled around them. The flurry and speed creating a veritable cyclone of darkness centered on Kolskegg.

The woman paused, confused as the birds surrounded her. It was clear this was not something she was used to. Kolskegg moved with determination as the black birds darted between him and the woman, extending their circle until both women were now surrounded in the maelstrom.

Shield before him, he moved low and fast until he rose before the women like a spectre. She fired, emptying her magazine into his shield which pinged and ricocheted bullets in all directions, some hitting the women herself. Firing and backpedaling she tried to get away, but with an inhuman roar and a dash, the larger man plunged Alyward through her midsection, bisecting her spine as it exploded through her back.

Kicking her off his blade he spotted the other woman amidst the dark mass of birds. She had come upon them, she was speaking rapidly, her voice rising. Her eyes were wide in fear as she raised her weapon and fired, and fried again, with anger evident she was moving forward to meet him. The end of her fire rod blossomed as impact after impact hammer his shield. Some managed to hit him in the chest again, stopping his movement as the impacts caused him pain. So far the armor held but how much of this could it take?

They were a scant few feet apart when the woman reloaded her weapon, and at that moment the shield came up in a wicked motion, striking her in the throat, crushing her windpipe. Dropping her firearm, she reached instinctively for her throat. As she did so a wicked kick to her knee, breaking it, followed by a vicious slash that removed her head from her body.

The heavy metallic ripsaw of the turret filled the air, dropping hundreds of the black birds in great swaths. Dozens of bullets hammered the shield, forcing Kolskegg to his knees, huddling behind the shield. Each of the bullets striking the shield was jarring him, hammering his shoulder and arm with their punishing impacts.

Touching his bag he muttered a curse and drew forth the next set of runes, tossing them into the air. Rising he tried to move only to be knocked down again by the blows. Muttering prayers to the All-Father he made his peace, hoping that the Valkyrie would see him and honor him. Bullets ripped past him, smashing the dirt. Around him hundreds of black birds fell, their blood and bodies covering him.

Forcing himself up, he roared, putting his weight behind the shield rising to his feet. He had to kill that beast, it was too much. Around him the birds continued to fall as they swarmed into the path of the bullets, obscuring the Viking, giving their lives to protect his.

Cho Sun-Jin vs. Kolskegg.

Are you enjoying the fight so far Rilla? And you DJ? Are you enjoying our little spar?

Cho Sun-Jin vs. Kolskegg.

Kolskegg inhaling deeply, reached into his magic bag, drawing three runes out and tossing the angry red-orange items into the snowy air. In a matter of seconds they were gone in an angry burst of energy.

He would have little time before the spells offset one another. Pushing away from the pillar he ran deeper into the woods, keeping low and trusting to the still swirling snow to keep him hidden. Once reaching a thick white ash, he knelt down, swinging around to see if he was being followed. Touching the tree he felt a momentary shock run through his body. Leaning back he looked at the tree again.

“Askr Yggdrasils?” Again touching the tree and again he felt a tingling running through his form. “It is you. Stay well guardian tree and I shall return once I have dealt with mine foes.”

Above him in the great tree a caw reached out, followed by another and another. Looking up he spotted a murder of crows. A smile crossed his lips, it would not be long before more of the birds appeared. Glancing back at the cottage he spied the icy wrath of Ymir slowly fading.

Rising he leaned his forehead against the tree and whispered a quick prayer of thanks before darting off on his encircling run around the ruined town. Above him black birds took flight, trailing along through the trees behind him, their caws filling the air. Huddling close to an oak he caught his breath, starling some baboons and a deer into action.

As he prepared to take a step a dulled gleam caught his eye. Crouching low he stared at a wicked thing. It was ugly and held one arm, upon three thin metal legs. What was that? Was it a creature of this land or something belonging to the sorcerers? Then he saw movement to his left heading towards the pillars. Squinting he spotted the movement again. A sorcerer moving slowly towards the fields he had been in. Looking he spotted another one further ahead, perhaps a few yards. They moved slowly, cautiously, their fire rods swiing slowly as they looked forward and to the sides.

Looking again at the ugly, spindly beast, he confirmed it was some sort of conjuration. It had the same black, mystical shape that the smaller fire sticks held. How could he get past the beast? As he watched, a buck and doe entered walking slowly, without a care. The beast didn’t even look.

It ignored the animals.

The tree above him was slowly filling with black birds. Perhaps once the spell was completed he could move with their aid. Gripping Alyward tightly he inhaled deeply. As he did so his chest hurt, the welts from the fire sticks were a reminder that the magic of these sorcerers, was as deadly as any he had faced before.