10-14-2015, 12:35 PM
Sudden thunder.
The roar of the audience howled into the sky and beneath the spread of blue, rested the broken stone of the colosseum as it sprawled out before them, bathed in the smoldering sunlight. The man stood tall, with his face framed by the familiar jagged collar of his well-used cloak. Dark eyes skimmed along the gladiator-esque surroundings and with a great breath, he took in what would be his new “world.”
The scent of blood nibbled at his nose and his senses grew muddled with the incessant crackling of distant fans. The honor he bore so openly on his chest now tangled with nerves that weighed heavy on his mind.
In this colosseum, he faced the impossible, however, he would rise to that challenge for redemption. This stance, his fighting, was all he had ever had. Every time he fought, it was with purpose, to prove them wrong. Their screams pounded on his ears, but Gildarts defined his own worth not by his audience's approval, but by his own power. All the muscles in his body aligned with the same ferocity etched on his face and as the tension crawled up his spine, clawing at him with chilled scratches.
Standing before the veteran fighter was an insidious looking warrior. Crimson sparks glowed on her spiked clothes and the distinguished skull panted on her face could be seen haunting him from across the battlefield. He nodded to the woman, a simple and noble gesture, meant only as an agreement to a fair fight. The strap of her rifle nagged on her shoulder, she had to remind herself from the distracting thought, that there wasn't enough time, or maybe there was. A gong was bashed and radiated with sound.
Battle-borne wind spun in a gusting wave with her rapid movement. The rifle was pulled over her shoulder with force that rived her shirt. The snout of her weapon aimed at Gildarts, and it didn’t take long for her finger to find the trigger. Bullets shredded into the air and the cascade of their thunder followed. Gildarts remained stern and unflinching as he waved a hand and they evaporated on contact of an invisible shield. Bandit calculated their lack of effect, "Damn."
She was fast, and in a blink, Gildarts found her movement erased by the crumbs of burning sand in his eyes. He winced and a hand reached as though to clear away the stinging, yet though the veteran could not see, not a moment of his focus detached from her growing footsteps. The woman didn’t bother to brush the grime from her knuckles as she waved a hefty hammer high above and closed the last of the distance between them.
A few grains later, the speared hammer daunted just over his head. Her biceps readied, her form perfect, as the blow threatened to fall. But Gildarts was prepared and from his hand, a sweep of magic flung forward in the shape of a narrowing slice. There was just enough momentum to cut an inch from the handle of the hammer before it was knocked from her hands by his elbow slamming into her abdomen. Immediately, the woman recoiled at the immense force and her fingers went numb just long enough for her grip to loosen from the hammer, it was flung aside. Gildarts didn’t give her the chance to reach for the rifle slung over her shoulder, he crushed another punch into her. She met his brutality with a bit of her own as his jaw was slammed into his tongue and the bandit was briefly filled with pride.
The two exchanged blows and Gildarts’ stand slowly ebbed backwards, he had hoped to draw her away from her menacing hammer, but in the process, he realized only too late, that he had been cornered. The sharp prod of another of her knuckles slammed into his ribs. With a fresh growl, Gildarts captured his rage and grasped the side of the woman’s shoulder, he used this threshold and slammed her into the glowing barrier. Gildarts held her there, but the Bandit With No Name only smiled as she spat with fresh fire, “You think you have me?” No, she wouldn’t go down this easily.
With the whip of her neck, her thick skull rammed into his. Gildarts flinched as he felt the sudden pain hot on his forehead and in the opening, the bandit took her chance.
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The roar of the audience howled into the sky and beneath the spread of blue, rested the broken stone of the colosseum as it sprawled out before them, bathed in the smoldering sunlight. The man stood tall, with his face framed by the familiar jagged collar of his well-used cloak. Dark eyes skimmed along the gladiator-esque surroundings and with a great breath, he took in what would be his new “world.”
The scent of blood nibbled at his nose and his senses grew muddled with the incessant crackling of distant fans. The honor he bore so openly on his chest now tangled with nerves that weighed heavy on his mind.
In this colosseum, he faced the impossible, however, he would rise to that challenge for redemption. This stance, his fighting, was all he had ever had. Every time he fought, it was with purpose, to prove them wrong. Their screams pounded on his ears, but Gildarts defined his own worth not by his audience's approval, but by his own power. All the muscles in his body aligned with the same ferocity etched on his face and as the tension crawled up his spine, clawing at him with chilled scratches.
Standing before the veteran fighter was an insidious looking warrior. Crimson sparks glowed on her spiked clothes and the distinguished skull panted on her face could be seen haunting him from across the battlefield. He nodded to the woman, a simple and noble gesture, meant only as an agreement to a fair fight. The strap of her rifle nagged on her shoulder, she had to remind herself from the distracting thought, that there wasn't enough time, or maybe there was. A gong was bashed and radiated with sound.
Battle-borne wind spun in a gusting wave with her rapid movement. The rifle was pulled over her shoulder with force that rived her shirt. The snout of her weapon aimed at Gildarts, and it didn’t take long for her finger to find the trigger. Bullets shredded into the air and the cascade of their thunder followed. Gildarts remained stern and unflinching as he waved a hand and they evaporated on contact of an invisible shield. Bandit calculated their lack of effect, "Damn."
She was fast, and in a blink, Gildarts found her movement erased by the crumbs of burning sand in his eyes. He winced and a hand reached as though to clear away the stinging, yet though the veteran could not see, not a moment of his focus detached from her growing footsteps. The woman didn’t bother to brush the grime from her knuckles as she waved a hefty hammer high above and closed the last of the distance between them.
A few grains later, the speared hammer daunted just over his head. Her biceps readied, her form perfect, as the blow threatened to fall. But Gildarts was prepared and from his hand, a sweep of magic flung forward in the shape of a narrowing slice. There was just enough momentum to cut an inch from the handle of the hammer before it was knocked from her hands by his elbow slamming into her abdomen. Immediately, the woman recoiled at the immense force and her fingers went numb just long enough for her grip to loosen from the hammer, it was flung aside. Gildarts didn’t give her the chance to reach for the rifle slung over her shoulder, he crushed another punch into her. She met his brutality with a bit of her own as his jaw was slammed into his tongue and the bandit was briefly filled with pride.
The two exchanged blows and Gildarts’ stand slowly ebbed backwards, he had hoped to draw her away from her menacing hammer, but in the process, he realized only too late, that he had been cornered. The sharp prod of another of her knuckles slammed into his ribs. With a fresh growl, Gildarts captured his rage and grasped the side of the woman’s shoulder, he used this threshold and slammed her into the glowing barrier. Gildarts held her there, but the Bandit With No Name only smiled as she spat with fresh fire, “You think you have me?” No, she wouldn’t go down this easily.
With the whip of her neck, her thick skull rammed into his. Gildarts flinched as he felt the sudden pain hot on his forehead and in the opening, the bandit took her chance.
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Quote: I used: 739 words, and these moves which I include here:[/spoiler]
Crash! (Requires Ranged Prof, Area Attack Prof) 600 OM (chargeable feature is extra) (I may upgrade this to a super move later on)
With this move Gildarts sends a strong wave of slicing energy at his opponent. It grows wider in ratio to the distance it travels in the air and frequently scrapes up the ground in its wake as it travels toward the opponent.
With cubes of earth splattering through the air, the move grows in size and finally connects with its target straight on. The target receives shallow lacerations in the pattern of a net.
Drawbacks: Charge up time is about five seconds and the move continues to grow even when it is released from his body. With this said Gildarts cannot stop it in the air and it must land on its final course. It is somewhat difficult to aim if the opponent is further away. While it is in the air Gildarts must keep his focus on it but can still dodge an oncoming attack.
Enemies with high defense will be less susceptible to this move and can resist the impact.
Detonate (an ‘invisible’ punch..)300 OM
(offensive: requires physical strength, ranged prof. and Stealth, remote)
Gildarts concentrates his energy on his good arm and then condenses the energy to the edges of his knuckles. There is no charge up time for this as after he plants his punch, the arrack charges on the enemy. Then he lands a punch. The consequential blow of the punch seems to evaporate around the very force of its momentum, and a surprised foe wouldn’t even feel the physical impact of his fist - at least not right away...
Detonate is a move first landed and then after a complete minute has passed the strength of effect will be felt as a detonating charge of energy on the enemy.
Gildarts lands the punch and the foe continues to battle as though nothing had happened, probably thinking ‘this guy’s not so tough, didn’t even stop me in my tracks.. I didn’t even feel his punch, what was he throwing? AIR?’ meanwhile the impact saturates and charges on the enemy.
After a complete minute has passed, the planted attack on the foe finally takes effect. In the same area as where the punch landed, suddenly a massive force expands around the ‘imprinted’ area in a one foot diameter (the impression, which shows little trace of its existence on the person, is a small and nearly undetectable plant of energy that is invisible until activated or the minute is up. As it charges, an enemy with keen eyes could spot it and feel it. When it is spotted by a user with enhanced senses, it will loose half of its power.
When it is able to charge fully it will release an explosion against the foe in an astonishingly dense display of energy.
The burning gravitational/ crash energy crashes with a great collision as the foe is launched off his feet - due to the unexpectedness of the sensation - and because of this pseudo location in the chest, the wind was knocked from the enemy's lungs. The foe feels like a train has steamrolled him as the condensed energy crushed into his ribs and causes him to collapse.
Drawbacks: When an enemy notices the impression of energy that remains, it is less effective and half of its power/impact is immediately is lost and dissipates, that is why he uses it during beginning or middle parts of the action when a foe may not notice a punches ineffectiveness as they are caught up in the barrage of battle.
For an enemy to abolish the planted move from their person: As I said about the less effective point above, if a person notices the move it will be less effective. If a person realizes that the plant is there, he may remove the energy and it will form as a ball in their grasp, remove it and throw it away, or brush it off and into the ground.
If the person has armor or a shield they like to use, they can discard the armor piece until the detonation has exploded. (This also applies to clothing).
Bullets - Disperse! (requires range prof, shield prof) 300 OM
Gildarts extends a hand and casts a net-like pattern into the air, the silvery white magic forms a hovering patterned shell that is about a yard away from his person. The circular shaped shield has about a two foot diameter. Once it is deployed it is attached to his movements in the sense that if he turns, the shield will turn with him. However because it is suspended in the air he can not move or shift the shield to block another part of his body even if he wills it to.
It takes five moderately leveled bullets before the shield expires and needs to be cast again. Diameter of this small shield is around 24 inches. The purpose is to deflect the bullets away from him and the shield can "slice" them in half when they pass through as well as cause them to disintegrate with multiple layers of grinding traction. In this way their momentum is slowed mid air and power becomes less as they phase through.
Bullets do not fully disappear but merely are deflected or sliced by the layers of netting. To clarify, this move deflects bullets away from him in the air and cuts them down. Only applicable to objects that are flying mid air.
Drawbacks: Aim is more of a technical design for this move, because he would probably deploy the attack to protect his vitals/core most of the time. However the protection must be cast in front of him and he must be attentive to get his aim square with the location he desires. Still Gildarts must cast the spell without loosing focus or else deployment will not be successful. Energy shield must be actualized at the last possible second (putting his life on the line) as well as focusing his aim simultaneously while bullets stream at him(and/or weapon aimed at him). Doing this, Gildarts risks taking the bullet as he will not be able to dodge during this move.
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus