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LeeRoy
Ohm@Impaqt Go ahead and make a card for the fight between LeeRoy and I.
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Pongo swam with an elegant grace that belied his penguin form. A glance towards the human, the brave, perhaps the foolish was all that the Emperor Penguin needed. Several rapid blinks and a spiral move that would arc him around and down at speeds dazzling for a penguin.
Uthur was rising from the depths, a large bulbous bodied Orca. Oh, how they battled over the millennia, the two across the frigid waters of the South Pole. And now the buffoon was assisting the human Kei'taro. Whipping around as the large beast pursued him, Pongo raced towards the underside of an iceberg. The green-blue ice approached rapidly, and then in a move only capable by the small penguins, he zipped down and hugged the underside of the iceberg. Pongo was racing along the jagged underside, dipping and dodging, all the while knowing that the Orca would pursue him.
Uthur accelerated, he had spotted Pongo while the penguin was nosing about like the little bastard he was. He had lurked in the deeper waters, just at the range where the shelf fell away into the deep, dark ocean. The realm of Uthur was a realm of giants, and yet for all his size and speed, the smaller Pongo managed to escape him several times. Not today. Not today Pongo.
Racing towards the iceberg, Uthur was wise to this trick. He would not slam into the iceberg like he had the last time. Arching his massive body a moment he darted down so he would be under the iceberg and racing along its underside. The Orca was gaining speed, his prey ahead of him hugging the bottom of the iceberg.
Pongo twirled a barrel roll as he checked to see if Uthur followed him. Along the bottom of the berg Pongo saw what he wanted. The ice was diminishing, becoming a little thinner. The further along he swam the ice berg began to flatten out. It was now a decidedly deadly race between Pongo and Uthur.
Uthur was rising from the depths, a large bulbous bodied Orca. Oh, how they battled over the millennia, the two across the frigid waters of the South Pole. And now the buffoon was assisting the human Kei'taro. Whipping around as the large beast pursued him, Pongo raced towards the underside of an iceberg. The green-blue ice approached rapidly, and then in a move only capable by the small penguins, he zipped down and hugged the underside of the iceberg. Pongo was racing along the jagged underside, dipping and dodging, all the while knowing that the Orca would pursue him.
Uthur accelerated, he had spotted Pongo while the penguin was nosing about like the little bastard he was. He had lurked in the deeper waters, just at the range where the shelf fell away into the deep, dark ocean. The realm of Uthur was a realm of giants, and yet for all his size and speed, the smaller Pongo managed to escape him several times. Not today. Not today Pongo.
Racing towards the iceberg, Uthur was wise to this trick. He would not slam into the iceberg like he had the last time. Arching his massive body a moment he darted down so he would be under the iceberg and racing along its underside. The Orca was gaining speed, his prey ahead of him hugging the bottom of the iceberg.
Pongo twirled a barrel roll as he checked to see if Uthur followed him. Along the bottom of the berg Pongo saw what he wanted. The ice was diminishing, becoming a little thinner. The further along he swam the ice berg began to flatten out. It was now a decidedly deadly race between Pongo and Uthur.
Cho Sun-Jin? Truly an odd name, but then these sorcerers were unlike other men he had encountered. It seemed that the man while able to understand and even speak with Kolskegg he appeared to have difficulties with some words.
This Cho backed away as Kolskegg advanced, mimicking his movements the entire time. Clever, clever it was a good way to keep his distance. Presumably to keep the fire stick in place since the man didn’t have a sword or axe.
The earthquakes subsided with a few lingering tremors then nothing save an eerie silence settling on the island. The rune of Sleipnir gripped the Northman. He felt the surge of energy through his body. A smile graced his lips a moment as he hopped behind a collapsed building. Stopping a moment he hefted his shield before him.
Adjusting the grip on the shield he banged it twice then began running zig-zagging, avoiding and hopping over the crumbled detritus that littered the ground. Body low as he ran moved to close the ground between them. Each step his speed increased, he was moving quite fast in a dead run now. Kolskegg was a fluid and graceful form, slipping and dodging betwixt drooping walls and shattered pillars. Before him a crumbled pile of wall lay, hunching shoulders he ran straight at the debris when he suddenly whipped to his right leaving the pile between the two men.
A still pond, roughly 20 feet in diameter and 5 feet deep lay before him. Without stopping the Viking hit the water and ran across it as if it were solid ground. He was aiming for a ruined watch tower, all the while trying it flank Cho the wizard and his fire stick, his eyes always finding the man, keeping him in sight the entire while. The distance was shrinking, even through this spiraling run inward, the distance inexorably closed.
This Cho backed away as Kolskegg advanced, mimicking his movements the entire time. Clever, clever it was a good way to keep his distance. Presumably to keep the fire stick in place since the man didn’t have a sword or axe.
The earthquakes subsided with a few lingering tremors then nothing save an eerie silence settling on the island. The rune of Sleipnir gripped the Northman. He felt the surge of energy through his body. A smile graced his lips a moment as he hopped behind a collapsed building. Stopping a moment he hefted his shield before him.
Adjusting the grip on the shield he banged it twice then began running zig-zagging, avoiding and hopping over the crumbled detritus that littered the ground. Body low as he ran moved to close the ground between them. Each step his speed increased, he was moving quite fast in a dead run now. Kolskegg was a fluid and graceful form, slipping and dodging betwixt drooping walls and shattered pillars. Before him a crumbled pile of wall lay, hunching shoulders he ran straight at the debris when he suddenly whipped to his right leaving the pile between the two men.
A still pond, roughly 20 feet in diameter and 5 feet deep lay before him. Without stopping the Viking hit the water and ran across it as if it were solid ground. He was aiming for a ruined watch tower, all the while trying it flank Cho the wizard and his fire stick, his eyes always finding the man, keeping him in sight the entire while. The distance was shrinking, even through this spiraling run inward, the distance inexorably closed.
Impaqt have we ever crossed paths before. Your writing seems familiar to me.
I have no problems with that. T1 eden era is what we'll be using. If LeeRoy is good make the card.
Yeah I saw that.
I have to admit I was surprised at your character LeeRoy. Looking over the ones currently in fights they all seem much more powerful than any of the previous characters you have displayed. I actually hesitated in accepting the fight with after I read the character sheet for the Splatter. It is a bit much but what the hell. Since it's T1 it really doesn't matter. Which reminds me we need to have someone post a judges card for us.
General Freedom whipped around at the sound, his hands clenched into huge mallets, ready to rain blows on whoever was responsible for the dying in the diamond exchange. However catching sight of the woman, fit though she may be, with her eight-arms and blue skin, her frame told the hulking hero that she probably couldn’t stand up to even a nonchalant backhand.
Pursing his lips he glanced at the carnage a moment, inhaling deeply he pointed around the shattered lobby, his voice a drawn out hiss, “You? You’re responsible for this . . . destruction?” Turning his gaze upon the woman he grunted, “Kali the Destroyer. I thought the Indian government had you locked away in a super-max after that fiasco in Bangkok. Kidnapping a U.N. delegation trying to work out a new nuclear treaty between India and Pakistan is frowned upon.” General Freedom stared at the woman, his hands raising all the while his eye sweeping the area, looking for anything indicating a trap.
“You are a foolish man General Freedom. I need no one to defeat you. In the past I have relied on incompetent minions. But today, today we shall see the death of America’s hero. Today you shall perish.” She practically spit out the words at him. Her eyes flashing with whorls of magical energy.
Kali was a beast in her own right, but often times she teamed with other villains who took the brunt of the physical battles. In their last encounter she had Ghastly and Zombi, a necrotic duo of black magic, vampirism and well in Zombi’s case, a pretty damn hot looking zombie girl.
“Yeah? I got to hand it to you kid. I thought you would have learned that ‘Merica is not where you want to be plying your tradecraft.”
General Freedom closed the gap between them in yard eating strides, stopping a mere twenty-one feet from her. Placing his hands akimbo he stared at her, the ZPE flared slightly around his fists, giving off a soft cobalt glow. The weight on the balls of his feet, balanced equally. Inhaling deeply before he spoke, he looked at her again and nodded, “So Kali what do you have for me this time? Unleash a fireball, maybe a death ray from an orbital platform, kick sand in my face? Say you and that other wanna be god, Set, still hanging out? I haven’t seen him since I slapped him silly in Las Vegas.”
It was tough having principles, but Steve was a man of principles and those guided his actions. He never enjoyed hitting a woman, and even when facing off against the Warped Witch, Kali the Destroyer or Medusa he had hesitated, even stayed his hand. These were some of his world’s fiercest and notorious villains and yet they were still women. It had been a bone of contention, even the Night Queen had commented on his antiquated ideals about females, villains included.
Ah well, it was clobberin’ time. In a flash, he had closed the distance between them, swinging a mighty fist at and then through a flickering holographic image.
“What the . . . ? You won’t get far Kali, I will. . .” It was then that General Freedom realized the dying people were gone, more holographic images. Sensing a trap he barely heard the woman, “I promised that one day I would find a way to kill you hero. That day has arrived.”
Whirling around, every sense tingling as the mightiest hero of Alternate Earth prepared himself for the trap.
Pursing his lips he glanced at the carnage a moment, inhaling deeply he pointed around the shattered lobby, his voice a drawn out hiss, “You? You’re responsible for this . . . destruction?” Turning his gaze upon the woman he grunted, “Kali the Destroyer. I thought the Indian government had you locked away in a super-max after that fiasco in Bangkok. Kidnapping a U.N. delegation trying to work out a new nuclear treaty between India and Pakistan is frowned upon.” General Freedom stared at the woman, his hands raising all the while his eye sweeping the area, looking for anything indicating a trap.
“You are a foolish man General Freedom. I need no one to defeat you. In the past I have relied on incompetent minions. But today, today we shall see the death of America’s hero. Today you shall perish.” She practically spit out the words at him. Her eyes flashing with whorls of magical energy.
Kali was a beast in her own right, but often times she teamed with other villains who took the brunt of the physical battles. In their last encounter she had Ghastly and Zombi, a necrotic duo of black magic, vampirism and well in Zombi’s case, a pretty damn hot looking zombie girl.
“Yeah? I got to hand it to you kid. I thought you would have learned that ‘Merica is not where you want to be plying your tradecraft.”
General Freedom closed the gap between them in yard eating strides, stopping a mere twenty-one feet from her. Placing his hands akimbo he stared at her, the ZPE flared slightly around his fists, giving off a soft cobalt glow. The weight on the balls of his feet, balanced equally. Inhaling deeply before he spoke, he looked at her again and nodded, “So Kali what do you have for me this time? Unleash a fireball, maybe a death ray from an orbital platform, kick sand in my face? Say you and that other wanna be god, Set, still hanging out? I haven’t seen him since I slapped him silly in Las Vegas.”
It was tough having principles, but Steve was a man of principles and those guided his actions. He never enjoyed hitting a woman, and even when facing off against the Warped Witch, Kali the Destroyer or Medusa he had hesitated, even stayed his hand. These were some of his world’s fiercest and notorious villains and yet they were still women. It had been a bone of contention, even the Night Queen had commented on his antiquated ideals about females, villains included.
Ah well, it was clobberin’ time. In a flash, he had closed the distance between them, swinging a mighty fist at and then through a flickering holographic image.
“What the . . . ? You won’t get far Kali, I will. . .” It was then that General Freedom realized the dying people were gone, more holographic images. Sensing a trap he barely heard the woman, “I promised that one day I would find a way to kill you hero. That day has arrived.”
Whirling around, every sense tingling as the mightiest hero of Alternate Earth prepared himself for the trap.
Was this old guild? I remember this. It was an attempt to add more to the AMV.
Well this will be a tough fight, considering everything, but should be fun. Might as well start us off since you're the bad guy.
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