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Well, there went the legs.

Oh, and there goes the... intersecting line of the body? The flames seered through the compacted cat hair.

Compacted cat hair. Flames.

The construct exploded in a flurry of cat hair. Hopefully nobody was allergic to cats.

As last time, a glowing ball was all that remained, and it shot straight into the pile of rubble around them. Stillness for a moment, and...

BAM!

The sound of rubble and stones smashing together into a humanoid form. As it was forming, it shot straight up between Vahn and Rage, aiming a concrete uppercut at Vahn's chin.

Gareth watches as the construct explodes outward, completely ignoring Vahn's own outburst and blinking in time to avoid an eyeful of cathair. He notes where the orb levitates in relation to its former host, correlating its position for future use just as it dives back into the rubble...and formed yet another construct. Since he was unoccupied at the moment, Gareth turned to respond to Vahn just in time to watch Vahn get launched skyward.

Now, Gareth would like to be able to think he pitied the man who had just gotten a rock fist to the chin...unfortunately, all that was running through his mind was one word...

Gareth: Karma!

Yeah. Not a very gracious guy, is he? Regardless, Gareth makes a quick swap, sheathing his shortsword and bringing his pistol to bear on the golem before him.

A mountain of a man...well, construct ((they get worse as I get tired)) then decided to thunder towards Gareth. Now the word "Karma" dropped from his mind to be replaced with:

Gareth: Ah ******** his observations with the last golem, he shifts his aim to the center of its equivalent of a stomach and yanks the trigger as fast as he possibly can. A pop of air issues from the gun, along with a speeding bullet and a quick prayer from Gareth...

Gareth: God, let this shot ******** this b*****d over. Amen.

The heavy weighted shock to his chin had almost brought back something...

Almost.

The rock construct packed a lot density and mass now--- but it's punch was nothing compared to a certain stoan king Vahn personally knew.

Shouyin hit a lot harder.

By the time his left hand was done rubbing his jaw, the thing had already begun it's charge toward Gareth.

Taking hold of his Fang once more, he growled and pushed forward, approaching from behind the construct now, even as he pistoned his right arm forward.

The sound of searing leather and the smell of burnt leather would fill the air, even as a dull crack was heard.

Vahn's entire right forearm and hand had been sheathed in the blood red trimmings of Efreet's Hand, the gauntlet that matched both his greaves and blade; a wonderful gift set.

Vahn had used a form of Nukite, or spear hands*, amplified by both his natural body heat and the heat given off from the artifact to pierce the rock construct from behind.


Vahn's right hand would have speared in from the back, about stomach level which was the ideal angle for the strike to begin with.

Although the thing did have dense and mass-- the material was what weakened it. Just ordinary housing stone rubble wasn't exactly the best armour in the world, no matter how much was piled on and compacted.

This move had damaged dragon scale hide, broken through ice barriers and even cleaved a person's arm. It's deadliness was a reason the normal nukite technique was actually banned from sporting events such as UFC and tournaments in general.

If the ball was in there, it'd be in Vahn's grasp now as well, even as he withdrew his right hand out, talons a deep dark heated red.

"Justice."




*See Round 1 of Glacier vs White Wolf in HoH; Ed

Pft.

The constructs mass wasn't designed as armor, that's true: most kinetic attacks would pass harmlessly through its body, and while it was denser, it suffered a loss of mass as it was gripped by the marble.

The marble in Vahn's hand, the bullet came out the other side of the construct. Its velocity was severely decreased, but it was still a bullet going roughly fast enough to pierce skin, give or take. And, given where Gareth was aiming, it would be angled towards Vahn's lower stomach... if he was lucky.

Meanwhile, the construct crumbled into dust between Vahn and Gareth, the two now feet away from each other.

((Increased?))

Well ain't that a b***h.

He wouldn't even realize what the hell had just happened until he was staring down at the newly acquired marble in his right hand, when he noticed the hole in his coat, and how sickly wet it had become.

"....?"

Reaching with his left hand, he poked a finger through the hole, before actually touching the wound, his right eye widening.

The fu--- "Shot....me. ********... shot me!"

The Goddamned Vahn had been assassinated, onoes!

Apparently, 'a bullet that strikes something and keeps going will tumble, causing it to slow more and more as it goes through the open air. It will also strike with a greater surface area for a greatly reduced penetrating ability. I'd guess it'd through the skin, some muscle, and maybe poke a hole in the abdominal wall.'




ONOES! A hernia!! It sounded too much like gonorrhea!!