10-16-2015, 05:38 AM
Gildarts recoiled, white grease paint smeared over the bridge of his now-bruising nose. The magical proctor grimaced as the raider swatted his firm grip from her shoulders and planted her hands on either side of his head, interlacing her fingers at the nape of his neck. Tugging down with her powerful biceps, she grunted brutishly and drove her armor-plated knee up into his chin, snapping his head back viciously.
His face was back long enough for the bandit to see a thin knick form on the man’s lip, barely a crack on his otherwise pristine features. A jolt of fear stabbed through the bandit as she marveled at his durability, and her hesitation took a moment too many.
Gildart’s artificial hand slammed into the woman’s face and pushed backwards, peeling her off of him and tossing her down onto the dirt. The savage woman rolled backwards with the momentum, planted her feet on the ground and slid, a plume of dust following her boots as they skittered over the uneven soil and gravel.
Slowing to a stop, her nose caught the sweet scent of diesel and her attention fell upon her lost sledgehammer. The woman snatched the tape-wrapped haft and slowly stood, not allowing her eyes to leave her opponent, and hefted her trophy weapon up onto her shoulder.
“Fuck,” she scoffed, wiping a dribble of blood from her chin. “I figured when I saw some dude come out here without any weapons they’d have some kinda weird, bullshit powers.” She plucked a long, bent cigarette from her cargo pocket, tore off the ruined end with her mouth and spit it onto the ground. “And, for what it’s worth,” she shrugged and pushed what remained between her teeth, “I was right.”
“But for some kinda’ magical fuckbird…” The woman cranked down on the throttle grip of her maul, a guttural roar churning out of the spike-laden engine that was situated as the head of the weapon. Fire spat out of the protruding exhaust pipes, flickering over the tip of her cigarette, and she breathed in deeply. A haze of fumes encircled the bandit as she exhaled a thick column of smoke, “… you’re pretty tough.”
Not another instant was wasted on words and the outlaw lunged forward, the rev of the sledge screaming overhead as she charged in with thundering footsteps. The distance between the two opponents quickly closed, Gildart’s stillness contrasting her haste. His eyes only narrowed, his feet gently sliding apart. As the mallet rocketed down upon him, the mage gently swayed to the side.
Sparks danced as steel ground over steel, the spikes gouging narrow tracks into his prosthesis. The adept wizard had almost completely evaded the strike, the hammer only grazing his metal arm before it scraped off.
The moment seemed to stall; the bandit toppling forward, a trace of power flaring in Gildarts’ more-human hand. The delicate composition of the scene shattered as the Crash Magic exploded into volatile force while the turbine-crowned weapon simultaneously struck the earth and detonated into a diesel-powered wave of pressure and flame.
The twin shockwaves exploded in almost equal potency, the flaring white of Gildarts’ Parry intertwining with the combusting orange conflagration of Sledge’s Hammer. The forms within seemed nothing more than silhouettes in the light of the eruption before they were each flung in opposite directions.
Careening across the arena, ash trailing her, the bandit slammed into the edge of the stone rampart, a few bricks crumbling down as she spiraled onward. Finally she was stopped by the barrier, forgivingly preventing her from flying into the stands.
She had no idea how long she had been unconscious when she finally opened her eyes, but she wasn’t at the Fountain, so she wasn’t dead yet.
… Which probably meant he wasn’t up.
Scrambling to her feet, the bandit stumbled towards the center of the ring, sky swirling overhead, vision twisting with every step. Staggering along, she couldn’t help but stop, lean on a post, and puke her brains out. As she rested, heaving for breath, she saw the tip of a shoe peeking out from behind a chunk of stone.
Glancing down, she made sure that both of hers were still on before leveling her rifle and edging forward. “Ha!” she barked, “I’ve got y-“
The air rippled on her cheek before a bright, white flash illuminated the side of the woman’s face, Gildart’s invisible fist detonating with horrible impact, whipping the bandit across the Colosseum like a ragdoll.
His face was back long enough for the bandit to see a thin knick form on the man’s lip, barely a crack on his otherwise pristine features. A jolt of fear stabbed through the bandit as she marveled at his durability, and her hesitation took a moment too many.
Gildart’s artificial hand slammed into the woman’s face and pushed backwards, peeling her off of him and tossing her down onto the dirt. The savage woman rolled backwards with the momentum, planted her feet on the ground and slid, a plume of dust following her boots as they skittered over the uneven soil and gravel.
Slowing to a stop, her nose caught the sweet scent of diesel and her attention fell upon her lost sledgehammer. The woman snatched the tape-wrapped haft and slowly stood, not allowing her eyes to leave her opponent, and hefted her trophy weapon up onto her shoulder.
“Fuck,” she scoffed, wiping a dribble of blood from her chin. “I figured when I saw some dude come out here without any weapons they’d have some kinda weird, bullshit powers.” She plucked a long, bent cigarette from her cargo pocket, tore off the ruined end with her mouth and spit it onto the ground. “And, for what it’s worth,” she shrugged and pushed what remained between her teeth, “I was right.”
“But for some kinda’ magical fuckbird…” The woman cranked down on the throttle grip of her maul, a guttural roar churning out of the spike-laden engine that was situated as the head of the weapon. Fire spat out of the protruding exhaust pipes, flickering over the tip of her cigarette, and she breathed in deeply. A haze of fumes encircled the bandit as she exhaled a thick column of smoke, “… you’re pretty tough.”
Not another instant was wasted on words and the outlaw lunged forward, the rev of the sledge screaming overhead as she charged in with thundering footsteps. The distance between the two opponents quickly closed, Gildart’s stillness contrasting her haste. His eyes only narrowed, his feet gently sliding apart. As the mallet rocketed down upon him, the mage gently swayed to the side.
Sparks danced as steel ground over steel, the spikes gouging narrow tracks into his prosthesis. The adept wizard had almost completely evaded the strike, the hammer only grazing his metal arm before it scraped off.
The moment seemed to stall; the bandit toppling forward, a trace of power flaring in Gildarts’ more-human hand. The delicate composition of the scene shattered as the Crash Magic exploded into volatile force while the turbine-crowned weapon simultaneously struck the earth and detonated into a diesel-powered wave of pressure and flame.
The twin shockwaves exploded in almost equal potency, the flaring white of Gildarts’ Parry intertwining with the combusting orange conflagration of Sledge’s Hammer. The forms within seemed nothing more than silhouettes in the light of the eruption before they were each flung in opposite directions.
Careening across the arena, ash trailing her, the bandit slammed into the edge of the stone rampart, a few bricks crumbling down as she spiraled onward. Finally she was stopped by the barrier, forgivingly preventing her from flying into the stands.
She had no idea how long she had been unconscious when she finally opened her eyes, but she wasn’t at the Fountain, so she wasn’t dead yet.
… Which probably meant he wasn’t up.
Scrambling to her feet, the bandit stumbled towards the center of the ring, sky swirling overhead, vision twisting with every step. Staggering along, she couldn’t help but stop, lean on a post, and puke her brains out. As she rested, heaving for breath, she saw the tip of a shoe peeking out from behind a chunk of stone.
Glancing down, she made sure that both of hers were still on before leveling her rifle and edging forward. “Ha!” she barked, “I’ve got y-“
The air rippled on her cheek before a bright, white flash illuminated the side of the woman’s face, Gildart’s invisible fist detonating with horrible impact, whipping the bandit across the Colosseum like a ragdoll.
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Gildarts' Parry
Parry (requires Physical Strength prof, Area Attack Prof.) non variable 300 OM
This is a move to block a physical attack.
An oncoming foe launches himself at Gildarts and charges toward with their weapon raised, gaze maliciously infused with villainous intent as the strike is readied. Gildarts directs his focus to where the attack will hit him as his body lunges with a pivot to the side with a flicker of movement and his metallic arm goes up to block the attack and off balance it’s core. (A sword would grind against his arm and the aim would be deflected away from Gildarts torso.)
As Gildarts does this, a wave of energy is released at the opponent and they are projected backwards or forwards and past him (depending on where their momentum would have taken them) at least three feet.
The force hits them like a gale of gravity, as suddenly against the foe’s sword a wave of energy is felt before the wave hits the rest of the enemy’s body and sends him and his sword strike flying.
Gildarts can do this repeatedly, however each time he must sacrifice the immediate use of an offensive move. (Basically, the foe must attack him again before he can begin again with offensive moves. If this isn’t clear, here’s an example really quick.)
The foe’s sword grates against his metallic arm as Gildarts pivots on his foot and the foe is sent off his feet and collides into a nearby tree as the parry is struck. Gildarts grimaced but begin to look lighthearted as the foe gets back up and launches another attack at him. Gildarts, whom can either dodge the attack without the use of parry, or use a shield to block it. He is unable, however, to attack the person directly (this shall be incorporated mainly with ‘aim’)until their second deployed attack hits him or misses, or else if he does the move will miss and he will be unable to use parry for the rest of the ‘battle’.
The Drawback is that after parry he can’t attack (forfeits the right to aim at) the enemy physically or directly.
BWNN's Sledge's Hammer
Sledge's Hammer - 600 OM Requires Physical Proficiency, Area Attack
This huge, spiky hammer once belonged to the gang leader Sledge, from the Borderlands series. It has an engine on top of it for some reason! This engine looks more like a jet turbine, but somehow sounds more like a V8. Don't ask why, I have no idea.
When it's revved up and slammed into something, a shockwave blasts out to a MAXIMUM of a 5 foot radius. The more the Hammer is revved, the bigger the shockwave.
Gildarts' Detonate
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).[/spoiler]