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((*Ignore's vahn's autohitting*))

((Offical judge call: Deal with interupts, Vahn's just saying what his character would do to deal with your actions. Keep in mind, you can interupt his interupts.

Secondary: While it's in the past I'll still comment.



Vahn was set up to wack you with the door a post in advance, and you didn't specify what way you dodged. But life goes on, and that action is long over.))

Feeling something come in contact with his mind, Coll instantly dropped to the ground in a roll, all four legs flailing in the air for a moment before righting himself. The bullet grazed his shoulder as he dropped, and he saw the beams of light flash dangerously close to his hooves as he rolled. As soon as a majority of his legs were beneath him once more, he took off in a westerly direction at nearly 40 MPH, headed for the outskirts of Durem.

Jacknife's head would remain safe and sound, as the boot that Vahn was about to kick him with suddenly began jerking backwards, then to the side. Then all over the place. His other boot would join in the mad dance as Jacknife rolled away and onto his feet.
He watched Vahn dancing as he raised his gun and fired two shots at the man's head. Which was suddenly held stock still even as his boots danced. It was simple to keep a part of someone under control when the only muscle they could use was the one you were controling, and you had the force of every muscle in your body.

Vahn's right foot would appa rently meet resistance. The ability to summon up this amount of strength was annoying at best, if not damn near unbelievable.

But Vahn held his ground. He was there after all, when Jacknife began developing his 'ability'.

"Tch!"

The man was yet too inexperienced to be trying to fully stave off the leg muscles of Vahn.

You see... the strongest muscles in Vashn's body weren't his arms... it was his legs. He could benchpress nearly around 800 pounds alone with his legs. His fighting style revolved around the use of his legs.

Especially when partenered with his greaves... well, now your just plain being suicidal.

There would be no ridiculous dancing.

As the gun was raised, what happened in the boardwalk would repeat itself, a blade of heat would slice right through the barrel of the gun, even as the first shot was squeezed out. Vahn's head jerked to the right, the bullet grazing the skin of his cheek and taking out a good bit of his left ear lobe. The second bullet would come out and still miss, since Vahn's head was still leaned to the right from reflexively dodging the initial shot. He remembered how the bullet in the barrel had gone off at the boardwalk, so he factored that in.

The muscles on his legs contracting, he would slide his left foot back. He then shot his right leg forward yet again, in the same manner as he'd attempted to kick Jacknife in the face, except this time his right greave was aflame.

The flames had been brought about by Vahn superheating the air to the point that it would burst aflame, and with localizing it about his feet, the Ignition abilitiy of his footwear, activated.

This would allow for what was to happen next.

"Back---- OFF!"

As Vahn had kicked forward, the flames coating his greaves seemed to fly off as well, travelling with the arc-esque shape that flew forward with speed.

If one had the strength to produce a kamakazi, then this was possible as well. Kicking out at such a high speed, that Vahn actually sent a crescent slash towards Jacknife, while his left leg would equally shoot out, sending a similar blazing arc towards the jeep. The slash aimed at Jacknife would continued travelling through his torso (dicing him cleanly in half since he was apparently standing right in front of Vahn) and cut up the landscape for several hundred feet.

The left slash continued towards the jeep. It would be aimed towards the underside of the carriage, and impact, with enough force to slice right through walls (the same move had been used in the HoH finals, as a strike attack, and it actually pierced the Stadium ring itself which was made of super-dense metals).

The crescent slash wouldn't directly maim any of the vehicle's occupants, but it would cause the jeep to explode from impact, as well as ignited gases, and the like, preventing that fatal bullet from hitting anything but it's true mark, if not completely at all.

((Ok, after ignoring a second bullet, which would still be fired if nothing else but by the heat involved in you searing my gun in half, and the force of my body on your head, which is MUCH stronger than neck muscles, an 800lb leg press isnt much, as I can leg press 450 and I never work out. Since my legs can do that, add them togeather and thats equal to one of yours, then all the rest of my muscles to deal with your head first, then your other leg. Plus Jacknife is much more physically fit than I am. Its not happening. Judge called.))