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1. How did he copy Grog's strength
2. Did he gain any toher abilities belonging to Grog
3. If he did copy Grog's strength why is Charles and this legion not bloodstains on the floor... I would've said why are they not at the Moon but with Grog's strength and power while berserk their bodies wouldn't be able to hold themselves together.
4. How did you take/avoid the previous attacks Grog made?
5. Cornelius is Charles Father, I would assume he has some Knowledge of the Knights and how he could defeat him but would not be able to stop him without the Book held by Lavender so why is he trying to take Grog dead on when he cannot win? You defeat him he will get up, his wounds will heal and he will continue to fight.

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1.he copied his abilities by the simple fact that he is a coy that is what a 2.copy does it can coppy appearance and strenght
3.no and only the one that he stole at the time
4.they are not because he may be ablee to copy but only at half power
5.as you your self had said he is slow on his feet cornelius used that in he arseonale of advantages

as you can i see i am also a hard core rper but i have a diffrent style of rping but still i am experienced in about 7 or 8 diffrent rps as this character and i have plenty of battle experience and observaton i kindly accept your challange))

Grog looked upon the allies he was assigned to, sweat ran down his red skin, steaming air escaped his brutish nose. He griped his weapon tightly as he drew it back slowly lifting it into the air by only the hilt as he slowly placed it on his back. He leaped backwards about 30 feet his feet crushing the earth that crackled under his heavy weight and large size. The large Orc scowled at the enemies he was watching, a large amount of stick goop like drool dripped loosely from his mouth onto the crushed ground, his eyes becoming blood shot from the constant enrage he was in.

He sucked back the drool then spat on the ground in disgust, blinded by rage as he was about to make a hasty decision out of frustration and anguish. Grog dropped to his knees digging them into the earth using it for grounding as he then leaned forward and dropped his hands into the dirt as well. Quickly he raised his arms and then drilled them into the ground burying them as far as his shoulder as he looked straight towards Cornelius and his companions.

"Grog no more nice Grog!" he yelled.

"Grog show you what happen when Grog really mad... Grog Rage Cannon!" he yelled as he opened his mouth wide. Grog's muscles tightened as energy began to surge through his body quickly gathering to the front of his mouth where a small red orb of energy began to form. Quickly did the orb grow, until it almost consumed the size of Grog's entire mouth. The orb was at least 8 inches thick, the ground was shaking all around Grog, the air began to get thin as this power was getting ready to be unleashed. Grog's black haired locks were blowing behind him unable to be still from the blowing force of the wind around him.

Within an instant it happened, a solid wave of red surging energy was unleashed in the form of a large beam. The ground shook and sundered as the beam progressed and even after reaching it's destination it continued going on and on anything that wasn't directly hit within 20 feet of the beam burned to ash against this horrible titans attack. The force behind the attack was so unreal that even while Grog had his knees and arms buried in the ground it began to slowly push him back. His knees gave way as his mouth shut stopping the beam, fortunately it had already progressed more then enough. The thundering Orcs body became airborne flying backwards from the sheer force almost a complete metric kilometer before his body rolled to a stop.

Grog slowly pushed himself to his feet feeling like he weighed twice as much as he had before slowly struggling to get to his feet. As he reached his feet and rose to a stand he wobbled, as a reflex he grabbed his mace and forced into to the ground creating a divot where it struck. He used it to hold his balance and took a breather, his breath still steaming warm from his enrage. The energy he used used up most of his berserker strength as he slowly reverted back. His muscled shrunk slightly in size, he teeth began to weaken, his bloodshot eyes went into a stale natural color. His loincloth was barely able to provide any covering at all for his body nearly exposing himself before any onlooker that would seem him.

His breath was husky as he spoke, "Grog... Tired..." he huffed. After taking a few more minutes Grog steadily raised his massive double reinforced Orc battle maul and laid it on his shoulders keeping it held up with a single hand as he hunched forward and began to start walking back towards the scene where his most powerful attack unfolded, destroyed and undoubtedly conquered. As the massive beast pressed forward the dirt that had accumulated on his form slowly broke and peeled off of him only leaving behind a brown residue that could easily be washed off in a river. The sheer force of the area around the beam even if it was narrowly dodged was more then enough to change the areas entire landscape, he could only imagine what devastation it has caused.

A sudden ache could be felt in Grog's heart, he only now came to realize that Charles was among those in the path of his beam. A vicious emotional pain began to quickly overrun and plague his gentle heart. He took his free hand and held it out making a rough fist with it. He then moved it quickly smacking it as hard as he could into his chest over his heart.

"Grog sorry... Grog no mean to hurt friend! Grog not at fault... Not Grog... Not Grog... Not Grog Stormhammer!!" he shouted and yelled to the heaven's as he continued to beat his fist into himself. The massive fist of the Orc was enough to beat a man to death in a single blow, it was almost scary that he could strike himself so much so hard without leaving a mark behind.

After a few more moments he stopped allowing time for a few tears to bottle up near his eyes and gently run down his face moving past his cheek all the way down to his chin where one at a time they began to drip onto his loincloth. Grog sniffled and moved his arm to cover his eyes, he rubbed his arm against his face wiping his tears smearing some of the dirt he had on himself onto his face.

"Moonreaper and Lavender no be happy with Grog... Grog fail, Grog too powerful... Grog need to be stopped... Grog mad with Grog" he said to himself in frustration. The lumbering Orc could not understand why he was so powerful if all he could do with his power was destroy when really all he ever wanted was to protect and fight for his friends.

Grog soon arrived back where the others were fighting, he glanced around seeing nothing but dirt and wasteland as far as his eyes could see. Grog wanted to believe that Charles and his allies survived his attack. He moved quickly stomping the ground as he ran over to a section of the ground, he sniffed the ground smelling something beneath the earth. He then turned and threw his mace into the air letting it fly about 10 feet before gravity would take over and let it strike the ground with a heavy boom. With both hands he began to start digging into the ground pushing the dirt away getting clumps stuck beneath his nails in hopes he would find someone still alive.

((You mean a Doppelganger? or a Shape Shifter? There are no hell beasts that can shadow shift, that ability is a primary characteristic is a mutation, thats why none of the Demon Knights have that ability, they're all pure breed from their unique races.

You also made the gesture that you were hardcore and could match my level of RP, but yet I am still not seeing it, though I will not be writing another of those to prove the situation, I absolutely hate it especially when it gets under appreciated and no one else is able to match it in style, length, description and spelling accuracy.

I'll be back on after work to post more))

((No offense but after trying to read that the only thing I can see your experienced in is spelling errors and not knowing anything about sentence structure...

I seriously have no idea what you said so I will ask you this, what aspects make you a good RPer, to be a good RPer you have to have abroad experience... have you ever even heard of The Gamers? If you have no idea who or what The Gamers are then do not talk to me about being an experienced RPing. ))

(yes lady)

((i have to almost agree.))
He was smiling. "Your ravages are nothing more then stepping stones of flesh and couldnt harm me if i let them." He turned his back on her ignoringher as if she were part of the chair she sat in. He began to wondering how far beaten Ivan would end up being.