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That was the opening. While I may content the foot injuries, I will accept the force blast into the ceiling.
You might surprise me if it is a different action than I left open. First rule in fighting me is to always be looking two posts ahead.
I am not patronising you. I had set this defense in my prior post. But I also opened myself up to a counter by you. You are good, seriously take a day. The opening is there.
Hmm. I always leave my opponent an option unless I am going for the killing blow. Take a day or so. You have another option.
Well I have given you an easter egg. You have options open to you that can hurt me as well as freeze gravity at point making me reestablish control or let it slowly revert back to earth normal over an equal number of posts.
Gravity is the weakest of the four fundamental forces, yet when applied to the human body, it is a brutal taskmaster. The patrons in the nightclub could attest to the power of gravity, as they now weighed 2.5 times as much as normal. This included Johnny whose normal weight of 166 lbs. was now somewhere around the 413 lb. mark. While the added weight would be laborious to the fit young man, straining muscles, ligaments and tendons would indeed protest any strenuous activity. The potential for self-injury was clearly present, but given the man’s flexibility, he would have to enact something extreme for that to happen.
Jackrabbit stretched out his leg, snapping it into a straight kick that launched another distance strike aimed towards the crouching An. Knowing the Johnny had range on him, and the only way to negate range was to close the distance. An launched himself from his crouched position into the air, affected by zero gravity, soaring up towards Johnny. As An did so the man was in the process of dropping low as the dance floor buckled and rolled under the earthquake power of Johnny.
Tucking into a soaring somersault, his feet shooting out, An hoped to catch the man in the face with a literal, flying kick. If the kick managed to hit, An would be ready to follow up, if not he would have to adjust gravity to allow him some leeway in how he would counter the jackrabbit.
Jackrabbit stretched out his leg, snapping it into a straight kick that launched another distance strike aimed towards the crouching An. Knowing the Johnny had range on him, and the only way to negate range was to close the distance. An launched himself from his crouched position into the air, affected by zero gravity, soaring up towards Johnny. As An did so the man was in the process of dropping low as the dance floor buckled and rolled under the earthquake power of Johnny.
Tucking into a soaring somersault, his feet shooting out, An hoped to catch the man in the face with a literal, flying kick. If the kick managed to hit, An would be ready to follow up, if not he would have to adjust gravity to allow him some leeway in how he would counter the jackrabbit.
Thrum.
Each step, each lingering moment gave Skallagrim a clearer picture of what he had to do to finish this fight without killing Scion in the process. It varied little from his original thoughts, the outcome however did. Step and feint; Scion had decided to close the distance between them with a feint. Three feet, killing distance, had the move come a few second earlier Scion would be dead, but now he would live.
The diffusion of light, the obfuscation by the orbiting, glowing balls of silver-blue energy with attendant dark streamers crackled and hummed as the magnetic field increased, fueled by the induction field. The plasma balls creating the field increased their speed as the field they generated increased in strength. Amethyst energies glared brightly, as if the noonday sun had turned a purplish hue.
Providence occasionally smiled upon the Dreamers. As Scion stepped forward with his left, shifting the staff long enough to change hand positions and staff position, Skallagrim passed guard, not trying to cut off the man, but rather stepping into him with his right leg. Thrusting the energy laced war sword straight for the upper right thigh of Scion. The blade, unless by some miracle was intercepted, would shoot past the vertical staff toward the fleshy right thigh of Scion. The intent was simple enough, Skallagrim wanted to puncture and bury the tip deep into the meat of Scion’s leg.
Each movement in the plan carefully analyzed to ensure that death would not result from the actions that were to unfold, the Dreamers agreed. Scion should survive the sword thrust and subsequent actions; if he died, it would not be through the action of the Dreamer.
Of course, with the closing of the distance between the warriors, Scion was now within Skallagrim’s powerful magnetic field. The distinct hum would clearly be an auditory clue, but the fact that his hair would stand on end once he crossed the orbit of the outer most plasma balls would be a telltale sign. It would also grant Scion a second before the four outer orbiting balls would make their circuit and intersect with Scion’s body. Two came around the left of Skallagrim and two from the right, trailing the darkness with them.
Each step, each lingering moment gave Skallagrim a clearer picture of what he had to do to finish this fight without killing Scion in the process. It varied little from his original thoughts, the outcome however did. Step and feint; Scion had decided to close the distance between them with a feint. Three feet, killing distance, had the move come a few second earlier Scion would be dead, but now he would live.
The diffusion of light, the obfuscation by the orbiting, glowing balls of silver-blue energy with attendant dark streamers crackled and hummed as the magnetic field increased, fueled by the induction field. The plasma balls creating the field increased their speed as the field they generated increased in strength. Amethyst energies glared brightly, as if the noonday sun had turned a purplish hue.
Providence occasionally smiled upon the Dreamers. As Scion stepped forward with his left, shifting the staff long enough to change hand positions and staff position, Skallagrim passed guard, not trying to cut off the man, but rather stepping into him with his right leg. Thrusting the energy laced war sword straight for the upper right thigh of Scion. The blade, unless by some miracle was intercepted, would shoot past the vertical staff toward the fleshy right thigh of Scion. The intent was simple enough, Skallagrim wanted to puncture and bury the tip deep into the meat of Scion’s leg.
Each movement in the plan carefully analyzed to ensure that death would not result from the actions that were to unfold, the Dreamers agreed. Scion should survive the sword thrust and subsequent actions; if he died, it would not be through the action of the Dreamer.
Of course, with the closing of the distance between the warriors, Scion was now within Skallagrim’s powerful magnetic field. The distinct hum would clearly be an auditory clue, but the fact that his hair would stand on end once he crossed the orbit of the outer most plasma balls would be a telltale sign. It would also grant Scion a second before the four outer orbiting balls would make their circuit and intersect with Scion’s body. Two came around the left of Skallagrim and two from the right, trailing the darkness with them.
Why panic? You were in a decent position to counter me, buy more real estate or attack me. Which you did, except based on my positioning, if I logically move/dodge or otherwise shift position all subsequent attacks after the one that misses will miss.
Looks posh.
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