06-11-2018, 01:44 PM
Analyzing the location he was in he wondered about who his two opponents were, not by name but by skill, or power, or what they believed was probably the best approached to attack them from. Either the side, left or right, or just from behind, which was his tactic as well when Cell would seemingly began things between the pairings that faced off in what seemed like a stage with no zest to it, probably because of the zero people in the stands. Wasn't this a funded event?
When Cell pushed forward he would do the same, coming up behind him as the green man would make strikes towards the demoness', landing a few while he would actually focus on Jak for now. He wouldn't strike, only waiting, wondering what he would do, which given he was seemingly packing something more than a dagger or sword he moved closer, making brisk horizontal swings that narrowly were evaded. All the while he could see blaster fire being directed at him, it zeroed in on his location, tracking him as the weasel would defect some using his blade to knock the energy away.
Some just grazing by and leaving small marks on his tan fur as he postured his sword to the side of him, holding it two handed and sliding closer and closer while Jak stayed back but he was trying to corner them. When he fired Ricter would deflect the projectiles, less of a skill based way of doing it and more so with practiced force, not hitting them either but more so pushing it away, as if his own body rejected the very things trying to harm him. Soon the loud cry of a woman would distract him, pulling his attention as he looked over towards Cell and at the now missing body that seemed to have been erased.
"Cell?!"
He'd question but Cell called it out as 'just being apart of the game' however he didn't see it like that, he never would resort that in a friendly match, unless they were some odd amalgamation of parts that had to be put down somehow to gain an upper hand. "Eugh..maybe I should have heeded Marisa's warning.." A stray thought passing his mind as the weasel took around two steps towards Cell before he felt something almost hot hit him from behind. He was completely unprepared for it, didn't even have time to react as he was hit. Being hit by strikes near his spine, hitting two of his vital organs, and even being knocked flat on his face as he choked at the sudden barrage he was hit by.
His vision was blurry, could barely see what was going on, if at all really, all he knew was he couldn't tell what hit him and even if he was distracted he'd probably have heard blaster fire from Jak if he wished to use such weapons again. So maybe his anger was misplaced now that he was currently bleeding heavily, this being enough to incapacitate most as the weapon dropped next to him, his sword clanging along the ground as he stayed down for a good two seconds. Reaching out he would grab hold of it and flick his finger along the edge of the blade, which looked just like he was stumbling to grab it after the shock of basically being used as a butchers stabbing post.
However immediately he would stand up again, the blood spots on his body would stop spreading, and the locations at witch she stabbed seemed to not be as limiting to his body some how. He healed himself, this was the ability of his sword, mending his wounds fully but sapping some of his internal power as well, but not enough to just flat out give up. Grabbing his weapon though he would place his hope on the fact that sticking together might be better, he scrambled towards Cell, moving back to back but not getting to close to his pointy tail, he'd channel energy along his weapon as he watched Cell fire round balls of energy in what seemed like a random direction which worried him, still focusing. It didn't take long to figure out what was happening, but how to stop it was something else entirely, which he could hopefully leave to Cell as he would soon tap him with his sword.
"Your next attack, make it count."
Ricter would say as he moved away and soon Cell would feel a surge of energy enter his body, he'd know right away this was temporary but also that he could use it and empower his very next strike. So much so it would hit somewhat hard as Ricter would keep close by but waiting, watching to see how Jak or Ash would advance on their position now as he held his stance again. It was better to stick together now more then ever with someone who probably couldn't be tracked was now stalking them, and he'd rather not be hit from his blind side again, so Ricter would watch carefully.
When Cell pushed forward he would do the same, coming up behind him as the green man would make strikes towards the demoness', landing a few while he would actually focus on Jak for now. He wouldn't strike, only waiting, wondering what he would do, which given he was seemingly packing something more than a dagger or sword he moved closer, making brisk horizontal swings that narrowly were evaded. All the while he could see blaster fire being directed at him, it zeroed in on his location, tracking him as the weasel would defect some using his blade to knock the energy away.
Some just grazing by and leaving small marks on his tan fur as he postured his sword to the side of him, holding it two handed and sliding closer and closer while Jak stayed back but he was trying to corner them. When he fired Ricter would deflect the projectiles, less of a skill based way of doing it and more so with practiced force, not hitting them either but more so pushing it away, as if his own body rejected the very things trying to harm him. Soon the loud cry of a woman would distract him, pulling his attention as he looked over towards Cell and at the now missing body that seemed to have been erased.
"Cell?!"
He'd question but Cell called it out as 'just being apart of the game' however he didn't see it like that, he never would resort that in a friendly match, unless they were some odd amalgamation of parts that had to be put down somehow to gain an upper hand. "Eugh..maybe I should have heeded Marisa's warning.." A stray thought passing his mind as the weasel took around two steps towards Cell before he felt something almost hot hit him from behind. He was completely unprepared for it, didn't even have time to react as he was hit. Being hit by strikes near his spine, hitting two of his vital organs, and even being knocked flat on his face as he choked at the sudden barrage he was hit by.
His vision was blurry, could barely see what was going on, if at all really, all he knew was he couldn't tell what hit him and even if he was distracted he'd probably have heard blaster fire from Jak if he wished to use such weapons again. So maybe his anger was misplaced now that he was currently bleeding heavily, this being enough to incapacitate most as the weapon dropped next to him, his sword clanging along the ground as he stayed down for a good two seconds. Reaching out he would grab hold of it and flick his finger along the edge of the blade, which looked just like he was stumbling to grab it after the shock of basically being used as a butchers stabbing post.
However immediately he would stand up again, the blood spots on his body would stop spreading, and the locations at witch she stabbed seemed to not be as limiting to his body some how. He healed himself, this was the ability of his sword, mending his wounds fully but sapping some of his internal power as well, but not enough to just flat out give up. Grabbing his weapon though he would place his hope on the fact that sticking together might be better, he scrambled towards Cell, moving back to back but not getting to close to his pointy tail, he'd channel energy along his weapon as he watched Cell fire round balls of energy in what seemed like a random direction which worried him, still focusing. It didn't take long to figure out what was happening, but how to stop it was something else entirely, which he could hopefully leave to Cell as he would soon tap him with his sword.
"Your next attack, make it count."
Ricter would say as he moved away and soon Cell would feel a surge of energy enter his body, he'd know right away this was temporary but also that he could use it and empower his very next strike. So much so it would hit somewhat hard as Ricter would keep close by but waiting, watching to see how Jak or Ash would advance on their position now as he held his stance again. It was better to stick together now more then ever with someone who probably couldn't be tracked was now stalking them, and he'd rather not be hit from his blind side again, so Ricter would watch carefully.
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Ricter engaged Jak Using "Iron Mountain" against his "Blaster"
But is stabbed from behind by Ash's "Red Devils Quill"
Following him using 1 SP to heal himself of damage Using his "Healing" power. (3/4 SP remaining)
Getting up only to buff Cell using "Lanor: Sharpen"
Before finally taking up his "Iron Mountain" Stance again and holding it.