Skallagrim

Cho Sun-Jin vs. Kolskegg.

Alyward struck true enough for Kolskegg to know the blow was a decidedly grave one. And yet the sorcerer Cho removed his fire stick, racked a round and fired it point blank into the shield of the Viking. At this distance the round carried the full brunt of its kinetic force. The muzzle energy pounded the shield with 8,372 ft. lbs. Punching through the shield, the greatly reduced round slammed home into the left shoulder of Kolskegg, piercing the chainmail and ripping though the shoulder.

“Odin’s blood!” The Viking uttered as the shock swept through his body, his fingers losing sensation and the shield, suddenly heavy dropped from the loosened grip. Clattering on the hard, scrabbled ground, the shield rang with a hollow emptiness in the deathly silence. Alyward slipped from his hand as the Viking instinctively grabbed for his damaged shoulder. Drawing his hand away, the wetness was blood. Then he simply fell. After a long moment of lying where he fell, the shock wore off, leaving an intense burning sensation and throbbing in his left shoulder.

Turning his attention to the small wizard on the ground, the blood seeping from the grievous wound he had administered a moment before. Grunting the Viking reached into his bag, pulling some runes from it he cast them into the air, his voice rising as he cried out. When the burning runes landed, they burned rapidly, leaving small piles of ash.

With a hoot, Kolskegg struggled to his knees, and with a fierce scream he scooped the ashes into his good hand.

“Engi! Engi! Not today sorcerer Cho. You shall not venture to Valhalla before me.”

Crawling to the small man, Kolskegg packed the wound with the ash. After he was done, he removed his sword belt and wrapped it around the smaller man’s waist. With a grim smile upon his face, he shook Cho.

“Wake my friend. This is not the day you die. Today you shall be counted among the living, the great hall of Odin shall have to wait before you grace it.”

The rune ash, packed into the oozing wound would slowly coagulate the blood and begin scarring over the wound. The belt would begin to heal the small man. In a few hours he would be as good as new, abet with a nasty scar on his side.

Kolskegg laughed heartily and stared into the sky, above a Valkyrie hovered, uncertain on what to do.

“Go back; tell them in the great hall that Cho the sorcerer shall stay here in this realm. He is worthy of you Odin, but this is not his time. The runes foretold this moment.” Pointing towards the dark marks where the ash ground in to the rock where he scooped it. “Even you All-Father can see this is true.”

The Valkyrie turned and vanished in a flash of light. Slumping back he smiled, then blacked out.

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What is the ultimate goal of this symbiote?

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Hmm I think I can make the fans boo Dyayun for being a weasel. It will add to the story.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

Before the world’s most beloved hero could unleash his trademark ZPE at Kali, the bellowing behemoth known as the Splatterer made his appearance. And was it a doozy. He unleased holy hell on the woman below, causing the street below to erupt in a roiling wave of destructive power, rippling over the next 10 blocks. To those in the buildings it would seem as if an earthquake rumbled under their feet.

Whipping around, General Freedom unleased the ZPE bolt he had crafted for Kali at the one-armed monstrosity that stood in the hole in the building.

“Back off Tripod! I’ll get to you in a minute.” General Freedom said as the bolt, this close to the freakish creature, erupted from his hand. Causing a sonic boom to echo around him as it ripped the air asunder. Should the bolt hit the beast it carried about a ton of kinetic energy, enough to force the beast back, hell it might rattle some sense into that misshapen head of his.

A quick glance below told him that Kali was alive and kicking as a shimmering magic ball rushed up to meet him. "Oh no!" Enveloping him, holding him aloft a moment before Kali slammed him to the street. The crater he made was nearly 20 feet deep and 60 feet in circumference.

The witch glanced upward, a grimace on her finely chiseled features, “I’ll leave you boys to play. I have other things to do.”

General Freedom lay there a moment as he sucked in air. He hated when she did that power slam of hers. It was one of her favorite tricks and it was a painful one. Slowly climbing to his feet, General Freedom shook his head. Rising slowly he looked for the woman but she was nowhere to be seen.

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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Rage.

The tremendous blast spewed detritus out from the magnificent building, surrounding the blue clad hero. Much of the swirling mass of destructive energy and debris exploding from the building was being deflected by the shimmering field of ZPE that surrounded the hero. The façade, the plaster, the office equipment all crashed into buildings across the way and even back a few blocks.

It was in effect a clusterfuck. It was something that the Splatterer was good at. Yet, through it the entirety of it, the hero known as General Freedom only swayed to and fro; having to concentrate to remain hovering in the air, his gaze never moving from the building.

The swirling ZPE coiled around his form, flaring and sparking briefly. Clearly he had to eliminate this minor leaguer and get on with business, the question was how. Since the Splatterer wasn’t exactly known for his intelligence, perhaps the key lay in that. Get the oaf from the building and beat him senseless in the streets.

Dropping to the ground, the beloved hero landed, his knees bending, his right hand touching the ground. Around him a dozen computers, office chairs, and desks lay scattered. Hundreds of thousands bits of paper swirled in the wind. Rising slowly he glanced upward ready to emit a challenge when a tremendous burst of magical energy lifted him off his feet, carrying him through two buildings and into an armored car, which he tipped over upon impact.

Kali had lured him with the beast and then struck. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, he clambered from the twisted wreck of metal. Through the hole he had created he spotted Kali. Gritting his teeth he began running back towards her when suddenly he was lifted into the air by her mystical arms.

“Clearly that dolt I brought to deal with you is just as ineffective as every other minion I throw against you. Wasting his time on destroying a building instead of actually trying to chase you down and kill you.” Kali spat in anger.

Using her magic, she bounced the blue clad hero against the street, a building, and then, finally against the tall metal pillar that stood as a sentinel before the Ril-La and Melon Hed building. That last blow caused him to wince in pain. The architect Vordak had built the building and its superstructure to withstand the mightiest heroes of World War II. This spire was made of nearly indestructible Carbondatium.

“I am pretty sure he was trying.” General Freedom gasped as he struggled to stand, releasing a burst of ZPE around him.

Breaking free of the witch, General Freedom rose again into the air, his attention focused on the woman below him. Rising he reached the level of the hole blasted by the Splatterer, however his attention was on Kali.

Preparing to discharge a ZPE bolt, the hero flared the distinct cobalt blue in a scintillating nimbus of cascading energies around his body.

“You made a big mistake Kali, you should have let Emo-Boy handle me before you showed yourself.” General Freedom said as he cocked back an arm, readying to fire a ZPE bolt at the woman frantically preparing a mystical shield.

Tre'Yan vs Dyayun: The Return of the Dead Champion

Tre’Yan felt a thrill of elation as the punch had hit. But that brief moment of satisfaction evaporated as soon as it formed. Dyayun was changing stances and firing off a right jab. The punch was a beautiful counter, rocketing forward towards Tre’yan’s face. Shrugging his shoulders and dipping his chin to the right, the jab struck full force against the left cheek bone with incredible force.

Had Tre’Yan not been dead already, the punch would have killed him. As it were it was a painful blow, causing a flutter in his knees. It was clear that Dyayun had come to fight. But Tre’yan was a deadly fighter in his own right, and through rote he was already reacting with a long practiced combination.

His left hand erupted up in a wicked uppercut to Dyayun’s body, under his extended right arm. The blow was designed to be hidden, sharp and punishing. Coming up under the extended right arm, it would hit Dyayun’s body just below the right rib cage, in the solar plexus as it were. While both men were dead, the punch ratcheting up with the deadly hand speed of Tre’yan would be painful. If this were a normal man, the blow would remove a great deal of the juice from his tank. Nothing in a fight was a painful as an unexpected punch to the body.

Once that upper cut made contact the other half of the combo, a straight right hand to the face, would follow in a fraction of a second. Shooting in, along the same lines that Dyayun had thrown his jab, a returning jab followed. The blow aimed for the chin of the once feared champion. Could Dyayun protect himself? Of course but if he made a mistake in his defense Tre’Yan would capitalize on it in a hurry.

Tre’yan had faster hands and fast hands could make up for heavy hands in a fight. Now the adrenalin was coursing through his veins, the fight was engaged and blows had been exchanged. It would come down to a combination of strategies and counter-punching to win this fight. Something Tre’Yan was amply skilled at.

Tre'Yan vs Dyayun: The Return of the Dead Champion

Quick right hand jab. To the body or face. Each one has different mechanics and thus require different reactions and counters

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I have a mentoring session, a spar and a ranked fight. It's not how often you fight but how many ranked fights you have. A tourney win garners a goodly amount of points. On the whole Melon I'd say your doing well.

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For the new people, if you have listed a character ask those still active for a fight. Be proactive, fight the oppressive Rilla-Melonhead collective.

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@Rilla has 4 fights going on right now, from what I see.

vs.@Skallagrim

@Impaqt

Oh you misunderstand, my fight with Rilla is simply showing him new tricks and tools to add to his arsenal. I am merely expanding his knowledge of boxing so he may be a better combatant when using that particular martial style.