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"Holy mother-"

"Beside you."

The two men were standing beside each other at the rail in the bow of the ship, in front of the windows. Menos had picked the priest to pick on, and he was lucky for the warning that he got.

By the time it was said James already had both hands on the rail where his right hand had been, using them as both a support and a swing while he drove a jumping heel kick towards the right side of the necromancer's brow.

--which would fade through darkness as his body faded with the shadow. Like a cloud of smoke when you move your hand through it. The attack could not continue like this, so the priest had been saved, for the time being.

Meanwhile, the smoke like effect would appear around the attacking man's left arm. By the time the man would think to move, Menos would materialize with his eyes glowing red and his fangs bearing sharp.

"Nice..."

He would have a firm grasp on the man's arm. Psychokinetic...seperation... The man would likely expeciance a burning sensation that, dependent on how fast he reacted, would either leave a scorch mark of seared skin...or lob of his arm.

I was careless....

He head would jerk up.

To bad it won't matter....

He moved his hand with a blur to grasp hold of the man's attacking arm. Take and give, an easy tactic. One that required you to take a hit in order to get one in. Whether he grasped hold of the man's arm or not, his other hand would extend to a palm and force dark energy outwards in a blast.

1. He hadn't grabbed hold of the man's arm initial since he moved.

2. It was a palm blast, not palm strike. This meant an energy blast not a...er whatever.

The man was right in thinking not to wrench it free. Not necessarily because the grip was very very strong, but because from the moment his hand touched the man's arm, his psychokinesis would be at work. If the man pulled away, it would only speed up the process of taking his arm off.

As for the knife? Well needless to say it hit him, but wouldn't be nearly as effective. First off, the man wouldn't be able to grap his face. Well, he could try...but his arm would rip apart. Secondly, by pushing his second hand away, Menos had turned his body slightly from the force. He didn't see the blade coming, so it would hit him...but it wasn't like it would to something dramatic.

He tightened his grip on the mans arm. Bringing his other hand in a defensive position against further knife attacks.

(( I think the question here is: "What exactly do you think psychokinesis is?"

From your first post, it seemed something along the lines of reshaping matter by force of will, aka alchemy. From your second, it spoke of burns, aka pyrokinesis. From your third, you don't really say anything at all.

The bugger? ))



Menos could bring his hand in to guard whatever he'd like, but if he managed to get his hand between the tip of the blade and his own side before James managed to take one step forwards with his left leg and drive the length of the blade at an upwards angle beneath Menos' rib cage, he'd at best deflect the strike a little while having his hand run through by the blade.

"Urrrgh, change your clothes."

She was about to step off the first ship with her modest group when it started raining. She could see the effects of this rain, observing any ghouls that were shambling around the area. It wasn't likely to have the same effect on her, but this one wasn't willing to take any chances. Her oversized cloth wrapped around her body, seeming like a great cloak. Sighing and making sure to dump an extra layer of cloth on her choice picks, she searched for her reed flute.

"Well, the party's already started, but I'll bring the music." A wetting lick of her lips, and she began to play a soft tune. Her playing created a medium tone, and a low droning pitch throughout the area at subsonic levels- it was something that people would feel more than hear, the way you feel the subwoofing bass at the lower pitch levels throughout your body. One pass of the wind instrument's melody, and she walked off the ship that'd crashed into the shore, surrounded by her ghouls who were singing. The ability for apparent males to sing at a soprano tone was something in itself. The fact that they were dead, was just mindblowing.

She didn't move too fast, she didn't move too far. What was the point of playing such beautiful music, if nobody had a chance to hear it? However, it was very clear, with people actually stepping up to fight and counterattack, that being around the easily explodable boats was a bad idea. She'd clear the dock soon enough... she, her six "bodyguards," and a small handful of ghouls- another six.

(Symphony of Souls: Movement 1 "Soothe" -- 1/3)

And as the ship slowed down, hitting land and pushing thr ground aside, wood flying everywhere, it groaned to a halt, its wooden hull cracking in a splitting line which slowly crept up the side and front as it stopped. And then, maybe ten seconds after it did, enough tine for everyone to jump off the boat, or even for people to get close to it, it would simply explode.

The resulting explosion would be caused by the large quantities of gunpowder held within the ship, creating a large burst of force which was strong enought to throw anything weighing less than a ton within thirty feet to be thrown at least a hundred meters in any direction at most, on all three planes of dimensions of course, and anything else in the area to be equally thrown a distance depending on how close to the explosion it was.

Following the wave of force, which of course moves oh so very fast considering to the amount of power was behind it, the ship, or rather what was left of it would most likely be engulfed in a fireball which would burn the flying debris to ashes in a second.

The ground would shake, the tide would pull outwards, and glass would shatter and explode from the supersonic force of the explosion. Not exactly a pretty thing to be close to, but what of the suicidal crew that was inside it? Probably all flash fried in an instant and gone to feed the fishies...