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 Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 8:03 am
Tomorrow challenge me when you feel like fighting for real. I should really be the one to say that in this situation, shouldn't I? Tomorrow Tomorrow is a juggernaut, I've designed him that way. Which is why there's no point in continuing the fight at all once you've decided to hide behind the "there's no way you can hurt me if I just flex". I never expected to get a fair fight, I was just counting the posts until GODMODE turned on to see how long it took you to get backed into a corner. edit: In the In Character world, #387 didn't question the puff of logic. It wasn't his place to question. He was just a soldier. With the obstruction gone, he resumed his jog through the emptiness, looking for... something.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 5:18 pm
Tomorrow ********************* ((Sutiiven)) When Tomorrow had swung he'd followed through with the attack, presenting his back to the dagger flying towards him. It was unavoidable, with such a broad, powerful blow thrown at such a speed he would have to leave himself open... ...But when the knife slammed into his back - the tip of the blade forcing itself into his tough hide by several inches before being stopped by thick muscle - he did not grimace, or yelp, or make any such movement to indicate any pain had been made by the stab. Sutiiven would, however, receive quite a shock. Tomorrow had been electrically charged as he had thrown himself at Sutiiven, his body being a giant conductor of the energy. When the metal blade of the knife touched his flesh, it had been like stabbing a power-socket - except ten times worse. Sutiiven would grip the knife harder as the electricity flew up the metal and into his body, causing all his nerves to fire information at once, his muscles to spasm, and his body to smoke. He would be jolted with the equivalent of 500,000 volts - the same as a high-powered stun-gun. And that was lucky. If John had been charging himself since the start of the fight, he would have fried Sutiiven on the spot. Instead, Sutiiven would get as tremendous jolt before being thrown away as Tomorrow threw his arm back out, slamming his fist into Sutiiven's side and sending him sliding across the floor several yards, sparks and static following in his wake. He didn't want to kill the boy, after all. [9] Of all the uses for Silver, Sutii had never planned on it making him a human lightning rod. The present Sutii took the shock at full blast, and then some as the superconductive metal was used to connect him into the electric socket of the man. Once thrown back, he slammed into the ground, still slightly charged. He managed to get up off the ground, covered in electrical burns and bleeding slightly. He breathed in deeply, catching his breath. Returning his now double edged dagger to his sheath, the lad rushed in for the first time in the entire fight, only this time he was unarmed. When he got within range of his opponent, he came in and threw a side thrust kick to the guys chest.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 6:10 pm
The Tree of Life
Crimson eyes stared at the Void, endless and ever-shifting. The man didn't seem to care where he was, looking at it all from an objective point of view. There was nothing here, besides this platform he was on. Or rather, nothing really tangible anyways. Wearing all black, coat, shirt, slacks, shoes, the whole bit.
Hugin waited for something... or rather, someone.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 6:39 pm
themightyjello With the obstruction gone, he resumed his jog through the emptiness, looking for... something. Something appeared - not on the tree limb that #387 was attempting to cross in order to recon the terrain in this endless expanse, but an offshoot from another branch, upon a platform. Hugin the Raven Hugin waited for something... or rather, someone. "Attention citizen!" The soldier spoke loudly, clearly, even in a place that seemed to exist without time, distance, or even an atmosphere the words would carry as well as if they had been spoken from across a desk despite the emptiness between the endless road of #387's tree limb and the isolation of the other's platform. "Provide information regarding the surrounding terrain."
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 8:47 pm
"This place... is nothing."
Hugin turned, his wine red eyes lacking any sort of sheen to them, as if they were devoid of any life. He stared back at the man, his own voice quite audible, though it was in a rather bland, lifeless monotone.
A computer, so to speak.
"In more appropriate terms, a Void. An area where time and space have no say or bounds whatsoever. How one arrives here is yet a mystery, but one fact has been confirmed.
"To successfully leave... one must defeat another in combat."
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 9:11 pm
"Explain further."
There was no small talk involved, simple demands for information to be provided. The soldier was not versed in pleasantries, #387 went straight to the point and then moved to the next order of business. Cold, efficient, mechanical.
The information this individual had provided did not coincide with the course of recent events. One individual had already been encountered and dealt with, yet nothing in the external environment had changed, and there was no indication of an exit appearing or a recovery vehicle.
There was also the possibility that the information was accurate and the exit just required another sacrifice.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 9:20 pm
The Raven of Thought responded flawlessly.
"This is the Tree of Life. A nexus of multiple points within this world. It is the only place that one can successfully leave the Void. Combat is the only proven method of an exit from this area... regardless of victory or defeat."
Which would be repeating what was said earlier. If one said something enough times in a row, it was most likely true.
"Unless you wish to stay here for an eternity... approach the platform and prepare yourself."
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 9:33 pm
Had there been reason enough to believe the other's words, #387 would have put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger without a moment's hesitation - there was no fear of pain, injury, or death; there was only inefficiency... a soldier who was not at his post. If death was a method of escape, #387 would have taken the fastest route to return himself to active duty.
However, he had neither the appropriate firearm nor cause to believe the stranger's words; he was not a superior, nor did he wear identification as a law enforcement or military officer, and those were the only types #387 was to take orders from. The rest, civilians, were to stay out of the way.
By concealing the truth about the location of the exit, this man was impeding #387's progress.
By providing information about the nature of the Void, and the conditions of escape from it, this man had volunteered as a test subject for the validity of those claims.
Regardless of the truth behind the circumstance, the soldier approached the platform.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 9:48 pm
Hugin took this time to quietly observe the man as he approached, noting the twisted state of his right hand. It would most likely, depending on the skill of the combatant, reduce his effectiveness from anywhere between twenty-five percent to... well, zero percent.
He just looked like the kind of person who didn't give a damn whether his right hand looked like it had just been rammed into a steel plate. So Hugin assumed a defensive stance, approaching the man without hesitation, his hands on guard with the left hand forward. After approaching the man with a few shuffle steps, a lead-hand jab would shoot towards #387's face once he was within range, aiming for his nosebridge.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 10:06 pm
A strike for the bridge of the nose would be a difficult one; having to fight all the way through his guard. His stance was high, feet slightly wider than the shoulders with the knees bent just enough to provide snap mobility; hands held up at the level of his nose in front of him with the left forwards; forming a cross with his arms at the wrists in front of his body.
Hugin lead with his left, and struck out with the lead hand. #387 would intercept it with his left; deflecting the jab outside to his own right, with the back of his right forearm moving out slightly to guard against Hugin's left if he tried anything else.
Moving in with a left shuffle step his lead hand snapped an extension - not for the bridge of the nose but a rising strike against the underside of Hugin's nose.
After all... eliminating the opponent was reportedly the most efficient method of exit.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 10:21 pm
Hugin's peripheral vision saw the incoming attack. The probability of a jab hitting its mark was relatively low, which is why one had to have a proper plan just in case the first punch did not connect. The attack came, but as it did, Hugin slipped past the punch to the outside right, the attack passing two inches in front of its intended mark.
Incoming right straight. Target: the soldier's exposed jaw.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 10:33 pm
A right straight at the jaw, coming from behind once the other had sidestepped; however, it was the precision of the aim that would throw it off. All the soldier had to do was hunch down and duck his head and Hugin's blow would catch nothing but the back of the soldier's ear with an outside knuckle.
As a response the soldier's left hand went for Hugin's left side. It wasn't a punch, though, #387 grabbed a fist full of the other's coat and s**t and dug in on the ball of his left foot. With Hugin having stepped outside of him, his step in earlier would mean dragging the other over the soldier's calf and on an express trip to the ground.
Presuming gravity did its job, Hugin would most likely be on his back at roughly a 10 o'clock direction compared to the soldier. He would immediately drop from the crouch position with an elbow strike to the bridge of the opponent's nose.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 10:37 pm
Sutiiven [9] Of all the uses for Silver, Sutii had never planned on it making him a human lightning rod. The present Sutii took the shock at full blast, and then some as the superconductive metal was used to connect him into the electric socket of the man. Once thrown back, he slammed into the ground, still slightly charged. He managed to get up off the ground, covered in electrical burns and bleeding slightly. He breathed in deeply, catching his breath. Returning his now double edged dagger to his sheath, the lad rushed in for the first time in the entire fight, only this time he was unarmed. When he got within range of his opponent, he came in and threw a side thrust kick to the guys chest. Tomorrow smirked down at the boy as he charged forward. "Thats it boy - show me what you got!"John had turned to face Sutiiven as he'd skidded away, allowing him time to regain his senses and get to his feet. He spread his legs as Sutii began to charge, his arms coming up as he approached. His right arm batted the leg to the side as it came towards him, the back of his palm smacking against Sutiiven's ankle with a great amount of force for such a slight gesture. As the leg traveled out, throwing Sutiiven's balance out with it, John's other hand reached out to grab Suti's head, squashing his face in it's gigantic grasp. "It's nothing personal, boy." John said suddenly, simply holding Sutii there, his giant fingers wrapped around his face. "I just wanted to test myself against someone. You were appropriate, apparently."
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 10:44 pm
And thus, the trip to the ground was indeed swift. Hugin hit the floor, and was wide open for the next attack... or not. The downwards elbow was stopped, both hands grabbing on to the forearm and forcefully dragging the soldier out of his crouch.
At the same time, both legs would draw towards his chest, and he was neatly poised to kick his opponent skywards, or at least in the general direction of away from him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 11:05 pm
Hugin used both hands to stop the elbow, but the soldier had only used one in throwing it. He had the advantage of one stub of a hand, which to some wouldn't count for much; however, a broken hand was not entirely useless. If the proximity between them hadn't been so small, Hugin would have been able to put his knees to better use; and while it impaired the soldier equally in his choice of targets, there was one that stood out above the others.
#387's right hand thrust against the inside of Hugin's left elbow. It would either damage the joint or force the arm out of the alignment it needed to support the weight of the soldier against it. And if that support gave, the soldier's elbow strike would still have a few inches to drop onto an eye, nose, neck, or broken teeth.
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