02-11-2017, 04:06 AM
Kelly grimaced and released his vector-sketch, unable to maintain it any longer without incurring serious internal damage. He could feel the sense of solidity and barely-restrained potential leave his weary body as the psychokinetic enhancement dissipated.
The mass of stones hit the floor with a rumbling crash, obscuring Skeletor in a cloud of debris, and the resulting violent tremor brought on a short series of secondary collapses. Soil and stone rained down from the already-weakened ceiling, falling upon the men and monsters struggling below, and temporarily drowning the clash of weapons with the rush and roar of moving earth.
The traveler took advantage of the momentary disruption in the rhythm of battle to take stock of his wounds, the brimming tides of pain translated by the unique machinery of his mind into a mere academic roll-call of injuries. Purple ichor flowed like violet sap down his rapidly-swelling face, and clung to the few remaining tatters of his shirt, sealing the fissure in his chest.
Broken ribs, cracked orbital bone, fractured scapula, deep lacerations, massive internal bruising...
I'm still mechanically sound. Ignore it.
His extrasensory alarms shrieked, and the moment passed. The psychic sidestepped a blast of sizzling magic as Skeletor did his best to stride from the rubble. However, the Overlord of Evil hadn't escaped from the collapse entirely unscathed, so it came off as more of a determined limp.
"What is wrong with you?!" Skeletor demanded, emphasizing his words with another blast of deftly-dodged magic. "You could have killed us all, you psychic simpleton!"
Kelly smiled, spotting an opportunity.
"It would have accomplished our mission, so I would have been fine with that," he called, cold and certain above the rising clamor of shrieks and ringing blows. A zombie attempted to paw at him, and he punctuated his calculated taunt with the ringing crack of iron against a human skull. "Would you? You're trapped underground, Skeletor, and I'm willing to gnaw you to death if that's what it takes to keep you down here. Somehow I doubt you're that invested in this."
Skeletor's advance faltered, his bony expression somehow managing to convey doubt as he fired another magical blast from his staff.
In that moment, the traveler made his move. He pushed past his fatigue, ignoring the warning spikes of mental static in order to enter a world that moved at a crawl. Subtle, slow-motion surprise, anger, and perhaps just a hint of fear rolled in slow-motion across the archvillain's calcified countenance as the psychic danced past his flickering mystic attack. The distance between them vanished in a heartbeat, annihilated by the heavy, staccato thump of Kelly's hob-nailed boots on the churned and broken floor of the tunnel.
The unsustainable moment of neurophysical acceleration passed. The world seemed to pulse as staff rang on staff, and sparks flew.
Kelly's arms buzzed from the impact, no longer able to match Skeletor strength on strength, but he snapped a fast roundhouse kick into his opponent's injured arm, hanging limp at the villain's side. The Eternian Conqueror growled in pain, and swung his Havoc-staff in a series of short arcs, turning his injured side away from his opponent and pressing his attack.
The psychic warrior met Skeletor's strength with superior technique, deflecting rather than blocking head-on. As they fought, the pace increased, the crack and whisper of their weapons resounding off the cave walls like gunshots and silk. Both fighters were injured and tired, but neither gave any quarter. They struggled as though they'd been bitter enemies for years, each pressing their particular advantage to the very limits of their remaining stamina.
Neither one of them was paying attention to Ash.
"Hey, frightmask! Heads up!"
From atop a mount of rubble, fire roared. A spray of buckshot tore into Skeletor's already pellet-pocked back, hitting him like a cinderblock and breaking his rhythm.
Kelly struck hard, breathing heavy. He snapped his weapon down, buckling Skeletor's knee, then up, catching him under the chin. The crack of metal on bone mixed with the sound of clashing teeth as the psychic moved seamlessly into a punishing combination. He swatted the Havoc-staff aside and delivered a crushing blow to the pit of the magical menace's good arm, feeling the shoulder jump in its socket as his weapon sank into the joint.
Skeletor shrieked. Kelly kicked him in the chest, heavy boots connecting solidly with Eternian muscle, shoving the sneering sorcerer directly into the path of another cacophonous blast from Ash's shotgun.
The villain went down, and the traveler closed in, raising his staff to deliver the finishing blow - but he didn't get the chance. Lying bleeding in the dirt, Skeletor reached out with his magic and lifted a mound of earth and rocks, sending them flying towards his implacable enemy. The psychic tried to dodge, warned by his haunt, but he was thwarted by the sheer volume of flying soil. A rock the size of his head caught him in the already-damaged ribs with a sound of an oar hitting a lake full of beef, sending him spinning to the ground!
Rising to one knee, the insidious sorcerer braced himself on his staff of power as he gloated. " Nyeeh! I wouldn't soil my hands on the likes of -"
Directly behind him, a chainsaw roared in the gloom.
BRR-VRMMMMMMMM!!!
"... Oh no."
The mass of stones hit the floor with a rumbling crash, obscuring Skeletor in a cloud of debris, and the resulting violent tremor brought on a short series of secondary collapses. Soil and stone rained down from the already-weakened ceiling, falling upon the men and monsters struggling below, and temporarily drowning the clash of weapons with the rush and roar of moving earth.
The traveler took advantage of the momentary disruption in the rhythm of battle to take stock of his wounds, the brimming tides of pain translated by the unique machinery of his mind into a mere academic roll-call of injuries. Purple ichor flowed like violet sap down his rapidly-swelling face, and clung to the few remaining tatters of his shirt, sealing the fissure in his chest.
Broken ribs, cracked orbital bone, fractured scapula, deep lacerations, massive internal bruising...
I'm still mechanically sound. Ignore it.
His extrasensory alarms shrieked, and the moment passed. The psychic sidestepped a blast of sizzling magic as Skeletor did his best to stride from the rubble. However, the Overlord of Evil hadn't escaped from the collapse entirely unscathed, so it came off as more of a determined limp.
"What is wrong with you?!" Skeletor demanded, emphasizing his words with another blast of deftly-dodged magic. "You could have killed us all, you psychic simpleton!"
Kelly smiled, spotting an opportunity.
"It would have accomplished our mission, so I would have been fine with that," he called, cold and certain above the rising clamor of shrieks and ringing blows. A zombie attempted to paw at him, and he punctuated his calculated taunt with the ringing crack of iron against a human skull. "Would you? You're trapped underground, Skeletor, and I'm willing to gnaw you to death if that's what it takes to keep you down here. Somehow I doubt you're that invested in this."
Skeletor's advance faltered, his bony expression somehow managing to convey doubt as he fired another magical blast from his staff.
In that moment, the traveler made his move. He pushed past his fatigue, ignoring the warning spikes of mental static in order to enter a world that moved at a crawl. Subtle, slow-motion surprise, anger, and perhaps just a hint of fear rolled in slow-motion across the archvillain's calcified countenance as the psychic danced past his flickering mystic attack. The distance between them vanished in a heartbeat, annihilated by the heavy, staccato thump of Kelly's hob-nailed boots on the churned and broken floor of the tunnel.
The unsustainable moment of neurophysical acceleration passed. The world seemed to pulse as staff rang on staff, and sparks flew.
Kelly's arms buzzed from the impact, no longer able to match Skeletor strength on strength, but he snapped a fast roundhouse kick into his opponent's injured arm, hanging limp at the villain's side. The Eternian Conqueror growled in pain, and swung his Havoc-staff in a series of short arcs, turning his injured side away from his opponent and pressing his attack.
The psychic warrior met Skeletor's strength with superior technique, deflecting rather than blocking head-on. As they fought, the pace increased, the crack and whisper of their weapons resounding off the cave walls like gunshots and silk. Both fighters were injured and tired, but neither gave any quarter. They struggled as though they'd been bitter enemies for years, each pressing their particular advantage to the very limits of their remaining stamina.
Neither one of them was paying attention to Ash.
"Hey, frightmask! Heads up!"
From atop a mount of rubble, fire roared. A spray of buckshot tore into Skeletor's already pellet-pocked back, hitting him like a cinderblock and breaking his rhythm.
Kelly struck hard, breathing heavy. He snapped his weapon down, buckling Skeletor's knee, then up, catching him under the chin. The crack of metal on bone mixed with the sound of clashing teeth as the psychic moved seamlessly into a punishing combination. He swatted the Havoc-staff aside and delivered a crushing blow to the pit of the magical menace's good arm, feeling the shoulder jump in its socket as his weapon sank into the joint.
Skeletor shrieked. Kelly kicked him in the chest, heavy boots connecting solidly with Eternian muscle, shoving the sneering sorcerer directly into the path of another cacophonous blast from Ash's shotgun.
The villain went down, and the traveler closed in, raising his staff to deliver the finishing blow - but he didn't get the chance. Lying bleeding in the dirt, Skeletor reached out with his magic and lifted a mound of earth and rocks, sending them flying towards his implacable enemy. The psychic tried to dodge, warned by his haunt, but he was thwarted by the sheer volume of flying soil. A rock the size of his head caught him in the already-damaged ribs with a sound of an oar hitting a lake full of beef, sending him spinning to the ground!
Rising to one knee, the insidious sorcerer braced himself on his staff of power as he gloated. " Nyeeh! I wouldn't soil my hands on the likes of -"
Directly behind him, a chainsaw roared in the gloom.
BRR-VRMMMMMMMM!!!
"... Oh no."
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Kelly's powerup has expired. He is completely out of SP.
Kelly used Foresight
Kelly used Burst Movement
Kelly used Traveler's Staff
Kelly is using Survival so hard that it probably has a legal case against him for, like, fraud or entrapment or something involving criminal exploitation.
Stamina note: Kelly doesn't have enough energy left to charge a blast for more than 2 seconds, and he can use burst movement or combat acceleration perhaps once more each (or either one twice).
Skeletor used Havoc Staff
Skeletor used Energy projection
Skeletor used basic telekinesis
Ash used BOOMSTICK twice
Ash is being threatening with his Chainsaw Hand