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 Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 6:19 pm
Slam! Slam!Slam!Slam!Wood chips blasted out from the shield as Szar shakily rose. He was barely able to stand under the assault- his shield just wasn't going to cut it. The thing was tough, but it was only wood. Light broke into the shadow the shield cast, a crack in the wood wide enough to wiggle a few fingers through. As soon as he saw it, Szar knew the time for defense was over. His legs tensed.
"Gya!" he yelled, pushing back and away from Darius, watching as the man's last iron punch sent a whole half of the shield flying off. Szar let his feet push and push, backpedaling far enough away to whip his shield off of his arm. The shattered device hit the ground will a hollow clatter and Szar's longsword followed soon after. He was done with the foreplay. This maniac had actually managed to put him on his back. He really hadn't expected that. He really hadn't expected that this berserk fool had the technique to outmaneuver him.
Really, he doesn't Szar knew. He was just an oversized child with a fist made of iron.
An oversized child who was about to get murdered.
Szar's hands reached over his shoulder and clenched the greatsword on his back. The thing loosened from its leather straps as though of its own accord, freeing itself to vault over his shoulder whenever he felt like making the heaving pull.
"Lathander!" he cried. His voice echoed like a trumpet, bouncing off the arena walls, overpowering the cries of the crowd. It was the bellow of a warhorn and the scream of a dragon, the pounding of an army's march mixed with the rumble of an avalanche. Those who heard it hushed and stared.
White and gold light swam over the steel as Szar swung it down into a ready stance. Dust flew away from him in a lazy cloud as he brought the behemoth sword to bear. Like sunlight reflected on waves, the sword sang with holy power. Szar's polished armor reflected the glorious hue, making the paladin look, for a brief moment, like an angel.
"Die." he prayed. Then he ran.
His legs worked furiously beneath him as he charged across the arena. The crowd erupted in cheers again, heralding his blitz with an adoring cacaphony. They loved how he brought the fight to his foe, they loved his murderous bloodlust, his tenacity and ferocity. He let their chaotic song fill him with fury. He hated the crowd, their sick, voyeuristic need to watch men fight and die. Yet as much as he despised the onlookers, he hated his foe more. It felt so glorious to hate so easily.
"HYYYYYYAAAH!" he cried, as his shining sword swung in a brutal sidelong cut at Darius's left side. The greatsword was long, nearly six feet long all included. It would rip the evil fool in half not because it was heavy, or sharp or long but because it was enchanted with a Paladin's fury: the smite. Only an equally opposed force would stop its ridiculous, explosive strength. If this mistake of nature had such a weapon in his arsenal...
Well, Szar would kill him all the harder. 
Equip Shift
Sword and Shield to Adamantine Greatsword
Buffs Active
-Effortless Armor: Moves as though not wearing armor. Continuous effect.
-Protection From Evil: Minor defense boost vs. evil. Mental immunity from evil effects. Continuous effect.
-Smite Evil (Target: Darius): High damage against evil target, extra defense against attacks by evil target. Continuous effect.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 7:32 pm
Watching the struggle bestowed upon him only strengthen the level of satisfaction in the eyes of the sociopathic fighter, spewing slander and of course the insult to injury of the breaking that shield of his. Szar motioning away fed his ego, witnessing that longsword follow suit like its owner; to the ground. Drawing out something more catastrophic in appearance, Darius could only cackle maniacally at the prospect for more turmoil, perhaps the risk management would be thrown out in exchange for righteous choir boy fury that was notorious with Paladins.
Looking all angelic and illuminating in lights was just a plow to stun the audience and to his knowledge an attempt to intimidate the malevolent bruiser. Frankly the competency of these holy knights aggravated him, radiating in the type of energy that caused discomfort to his core. Taking note of that gigantic weapon to overcompensate a certain body part, the next tactic would be to force a brawl. Without hesitation and working on the same tempo of his opponent, he charged straight for the swordsman. Dreadlocks were flown about like the wind, predatory eyes with glee yearned for his blood and the continuous cackling rang in the ears of all like a battle cry for the mentally disturbed.
Encased in armor would continue to be bothersome, obligated to strip him until he had nothing to hide behind for defense. That bright horse cleaver was heading for his soon to be carcass should things go terribly right, commanding a length similar to his bizarre arms as well. Something substantial would be necessary to really test the meddle of the sword, preferring to eliminate his trump card and crumble his morale.
Hard to disguise the movements of such a blade, Darius went for an equally menacing assault that would either cause a stalemate or give the savage an advantage afterwards. Energy was surging heavily into his metallic left arm, concentrating everything into this particular blow to destroy it. Enough history told him that he was trying to smite him, witnessing it against one in his teenage years. With a thunderous charging haymaker aimed for the great sword, only time would tell who would prevail as two forces collided.
KO Unlike the casual usage of his vibrations, this focuses his great power to a single point, otherwise known as a hypocenter to make a concentrated, explosion-like attack. The devastating shockwaves are more internal in form, constantly vibrating the desired target to hit immensely harder.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 4:35 pm
"Hyyyyyaaaaaugh!"
The sword swung like the ring of Saturn, a blur of godly light and holy force sent to careen like a comet blade into Darius's side. Szar's eyes grew wide, livid even when he saw the fool aiming a punch at the sword. It was adamantite, reinforced by the will of the True God, swung by the arm of the faith itself. A punch? A punch!?
You cocksure corpse, he thought.
Adamantine and steel collided, and Szar felt what he had been waiting for the entire fight- a clash, glorious terrible vibration. He felt the ring of the clash shudder up his arm. It felt good. Then it felt intense. Then it felt dangerous. The momentum of his swing ought to have faded, he knew it. The hit was meant to break what it touched and fly singing into the soft flesh of the filth beneath, and yet...
Where the sword and the fist met, something violent was happening. Szar's arms began to shudder visibly. From the shoulder down, each arm was a silvery blur. Was he drunk? Had he taken a hit to head? No. The rest of the world was in focus. He looked up to see if Darius was as confused as he was. The sword and the fist were stuck together, their conflicting energies coalescing and building, resonating beyond control as each fought for dominance and each failed to achieve it. Could it be that they were...evenly matched?
Impossible!
Szar tried to master his arms, tried to push past the unnatural shuddering to push left, to force the fist yield to the blade. It did nothing. Whatever was at work here was beyond him, beyond his foe no doubt. Perhaps in their massive clash a battle in a battle was being fought. To his horror, Szar had no idea who would win and who would lose. All he was sure of was that whoever lost would suffer. BOOM! Szar was vaguely aware that he was moving, but everything was speeding by so quickly that he couldn't make heads or tails of it. His arms were out in front of him, his fingers still curled around his sword hilt more out of habit than any real effort. The dirt was flying below him. A dusty cloud was rising before him. He was sailing through the air...backwards. He had been thrown. He was about to fall!
Szar lurched in mid air. His back hit the ground and he began to spin. He went wild at first, a tangle of steel limbs. His sword bounced from his hands and rocketing into the air above, flipping comically fast. He tucked and waited for himself to slow. His roll became a tumble, and his tumble landed him on his right leg. He reached a hand out in front of him, letting the steel of his gauntlets drag against the dirt. He slid for four feet before he came to a stop. There was just a cloud of dust and dirt where he and Darius had met. The fool couldn't have fared much better than him. He must have been shot back as well.
This is my chance!
He kicked off and ran. His eyes flicked up to the sky. His legs pounded the earth. His hands reached out, waiting. Two steps, three steps, four- the heavy hilt of his greatsword fell into his outstretched hands and he ran! Past the dust, into the fray! He ran! Like a charging bull! With the speed of a naked barbarian! His sword was light in a shrouded arena, a red hot sliver of the sun curled in his grasp. He raised it high and charged!
Equip Shift
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Buffs Active
-Effortless Armor: Moves as though not wearing armor. Continuous effect.
-Protection From Evil: Minor defense boost vs. evil. Mental immunity from evil effects. Continuous effect.
-Smite Evil (Target: Darius): High damage against evil target, extra defense against attacks by evil target. Continuous effect.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 10:38 pm
"Diediediediediediediediedie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Reciting a mantra devoted to the demise of the paladin as emotions flared between the two of them. Nothing resplendent was manifested through his attack, simply an upgrade to the routine style behind his powers. Oblivious to the resourceful material of the greatsword, obviously not accounting for something durable like this arm of his. A collision of epic proportions occurred with a bewildered expression for not shattering the blade into pieces, instead something unexpected got triggered from the attacks simultaneously smacking into each other in unison.
'WHAT THE ******** through the air in astonishment over the impact of their strikes, the crowd would occasionally cough as sand would catch everyone in the vicinity but nothing else. Moving at an tremendous velocity, Darius body flipped backwards as his form was approaching the little barricade between the fighters and the crowd. Before that could occur he utilized his abnormal reflexes and agility to plant his feet into the sand, sliding back as he was now opposite of the opponent he came to beat the living s**t out of.
"WHAT A BLAST, ALRIGHT LETS DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reacting rather pleasant despite the unpredictable nature of what just happened, finding this as a proper wake up call for him. Similarly, Szar seemed motivated to go attack gallantly with the spirit of a berserker; an virtuous trait within his twisted logic. Refusing to allow this guy to show him up in performance, he immediately followed his lead as he rushed forward. A bloodcurdling screech was emitted passed his vulgar lips as he plotted ways to neutralize his weapons and force him into a brawl, something he cherished most.
Enthusiastic and a little delirious perhaps, those who witnessed his first battle would watch a variation that was done to startle even his more agile opponent. Timing his steps and eying the foe he would be accelerating suddenly. Mid-step as the distance was about to be severed, seismic energy conjured out of the sole of his feet to triple the speed of the madman. Shot like a bullet, he dashed with incredible momentum on his side with that equalizer of a left arm prepared. Whipping that metallic limb to wrap around Szar's upper chest and neck, the attempt was a powerful charging lariat to drive the paladin into the sand with considerable force.
Craving the chance to dominate, brutalize, and humiliate, things were getting heated for him. Paladins were on his s**t list and Szar only reinforced those beliefs the longer they fought. Monstrous momutum from that sudden increase of speed, strength that surpassed normal mortals, and metal, all were factors how taking a hit would not fair well. Sure there was blocking or dodging, but the question was how and the condition he would be in afterwards.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 10:58 pm
Yes! YES!
The sight of Darius charging was like adrenaline injected straight to the heart. Szar's legs rocketed him faster for it. His hands clenched so hard they would later be painful to open. He was thrilled, euphoric. Darius was ready to come to him and die. He would split this worthy foe in two with all the power his god could grant him. He would let himself fill with divine power and release it all in one brutal pass. He would end this! Now!
Szar's eyes widened as he felt a flood wash under his skin. From the breaks in his armor, past the dents and through the gaps white light blast forth. Barely contained underneath his chestplate and greaves and gauntlets, holy energy overtook the weakness of his flesh and replaced him with something nearly godlike. The spell cascaded through each muscle, emboldened each step, quickened each very thought in his mind. Suddenly, the world was blurring past him again. Only one thing was in focus- Him.
Darius was speeding toward him like a bullet, and he toward Darius. Szar saw the man's arm extend as though in slow motion. His own weapon came to bear with equal heaviness. Szar's wide eyes caught every detail of their exchange, every jumping spark and scream of metal as Szar's downward cut and Darius's lariat collided.
Szar spun, not wildly like before nor even head over heel. He spun to the side. The collision of arm and sword had the two men whipping around each other, both no doubt acutely aware that they had stopped each other's momentum. It was shining sword versus quivering palm now, a battle in the center of the arena from which only one could emerge. Szar was guaranteed to be that man. The light of the sun was his to wield, and no power under it could break him.
His feet widened as he prepared to finish this match in a few key slashes. He had the advantage in melee. He knew it. He had better reach, more lethality, and a weapon that simply could not be ignored. If his foe moved in close, he would take the hit with his armor and open the man shoulder to hip. He could do that now. The light beneath his armor gave him that right, sanctioned by the gods.
All that fell to him was to arrange the execution.
His sword's point dropped as he aimed to thrust it through Darius's chest. Darius would deflect it or dodge it for sure. Szar was ready for it. He wanted it.
Equip Shift
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Buffs Active
-Effortless Armor: Moves as though not wearing armor. Continuous effect.
-Protection From Evil: Minor defense boost vs. evil. Mental immunity from evil effects. Continuous effect.
-Smite Evil (Target: Darius): High damage against evil target, extra defense against attacks by evil target. Continuous effect.
-Divine Favor: Increases physical strength and speed. Continuous effect
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 12:53 am
Conventional or otherwise secured tactics were not going to cut it against the paladin. Adrenaline was pumping vigorously, aggression clouded his judgment and to an intent his primal instincts hijacked his cerebral nature. Rending his entrails or any other gruesome ways to dispose of him kept the demented fist fighter motivated like the swordsman. Both attacks cease to matter, instead metal was scraping against their favored tools of destruction. Perceptive enough to get a hint of this man boost of strength.
This was another stalemate between them, evenly matched that thrilled the psychopath, but probably infuriated Szar as he sensed this individual was honor bound and someone of his mentality was his equal would sully his worth or some kind of knightly nonsense. Given only a small window to truly react, options were few in number to overcome things this time around which naturally would amuse him and in a few seconds incite more cheers from the bloodthirsty audience in the stands.
Elongated arms definitely found its usage, maintaining a decent offense without fully committing to the close range. Granted possessing eighty-nine inches was the equivalent of some pole-arms, stacking the odds for him equally against that greatsword which could easily be taken lightly. Lethality was still on the paladin's side. No matter it only made him more vigilant and enveloped deep in survival mode. Taken to such extremes throughout his life, this was a routine that he has played a little too much. Narrowingly stepping to the side and slipping the body via sharply rotating the hips and shoulders.
Normally this would open for a counterattack, but rationality was thrown out of his game plan for a reaction. The greatsword would begin to scrape through his upper attire and force him to bleed to an intent. Instead of deflection or dodging there was a third option he created. Knowing there wasn't a secondary threat, Darius went for wrapping his metallic arm around the blade with the right hand conjoining with the left hand to immediately secure a hold with the blade pressed against him.
Smiting him with radiate holy power overwrought the b*****d with pain, gritting his teeth in agony as he held it like a standing guillotine choke with hands clasped. Showcasing the strength of Compound V and his own insanity, he attempted to lift the sword from this position while distance wasn't too close and violently swing the blade. Twisting his body to build momentum, it dramatically, increased the destructive power should it had been used for a punch. Instead he opted to build this power to wind up a massive two-handed swing of the sword from the bladed end. His right would bleed, but it was worth the try as pretended it was baseball. Szar was gripping so he hoped to rag doll the man off the weapon or at least have him enact a new tactic.
Of course he was trying to even the playing field by sending vibrations through the palms to cause further strain on the hands of its wielder, making things more difficult if anything else. This battle was not over, willing to take pain if it influenced him to wreck him up and to count his blessing for his innate toughness plus threshold for punishment
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:28 am
"Hrrrng!" Szar heaved against Darius's attempt. Take his sword, would he? Let the cur try.
Vibrations shot up Szar's arms. His gauntlets shook hazardously. After the early clashes, his hands were feeling overworked and tired. He had to hold on. He knew that. If this fool took his sword he'd have the fight firmly under his control. It wasn't that Szar feared the man's prowess with a blade. If the man was any good with a sword he'd carry one. It was just that the great sword was such an asset.
An asset, Szar realized, that I'm about to lose.
Pound for pound, Darius was the stronger man. All the holy might could make Szar comparable, but not greater. Still, he held on, jerking the blade in a tug-of-war back and forth with the pugulist, holding on as long as possible. The longer he held, the more he thrashed, the more the enchanted holy greatsword would saw into the man's flesh.
"Gyauh!" he cried, as he watched the blood spill from his foe's wound. He had to make it bigger. Every second Darius held on had to be another moment Szar made him suffer for it. His fingers were slipping, losing their grip slowly and surely. He needed to win this exchange- every exchange. He had to win. His Temple needed him. He'd been ordered to win by the writ of a demigod.
He would not fail.
His fingers uncurled. They were sore and rigid from his desperate struggle, but he ignored the pain. He made sure to release the sword just as Darius was trying to wrench it away. He would let the man pull the thing back, lose his balance for a single moment. He would let the man give him the opening he needed.
The sword's holy light faded as soon as Szar let it go. A smite would never serve such an evil creature. Instead, the light slipped back into it's master. It churned around his hands, creating bright spheres around his gauntlets. Szar cocked his fist back and grinned under his helm.
"You can have this, too!" he yelled as he sent a savage punch for Darius's face. His hands otherwise occupied with pulling the sword away, Darius would hopefully be open to the fullness of Szar's new smite- a smite contained behind four knuckles each as solid as rocks from years of taking hits from blunted steel. It didn't hurt that they were covered in steel gauntlets either.
Actually, it would hurt. A lot. It was a pain Szar was happy to deliver to the disgusting pig who had violated the sanctity of a man and his sword.
Whether the punch hit or not, Szar would act immediately after to rectify his disadvantage. He would turn on his heel and run straight away from Darius. Pounding his greaves into the dirt, he would sprint with his god-given speed to slide next to his previously discarded longsword. One hand would wrap around its hilt while the other picked up the half-shattered shield. He made no move to wear, instead holding its edge between his fingers.
He turned back to Darius, a picture of desperate, righteous fury.
"Come on, you sulfurous ********." he whispered to himself, "Come at me."
Equip Shift
Greatsword to Longsword and broken shield
Buffs Active
-Effortless Armor: Moves as though not wearing armor. Continuous effect.
-Protection From Evil: Minor defense boost vs. evil. Mental immunity from evil effects. Continuous effect.
-Smite Evil (Target: Darius): High damage against evil target, extra defense against attacks by evil target. Continuous effect.
-Divine Favor: Increases physical strength and speed. Continuous effect
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 1:54 pm
Relishing the anguish expressed through this battle of might for the greatsword, clamping his sharpened teeth with the painful sensation from the blade and of course the discomfort from his efficacious light illuminating from what he deemed a deity. Blood was drizzling onto the sand, struggling to stay focused amidst this fight for attrition. Excessively small vibrations were playing their role in things, which paid off as he relinquished the weapon.
Temporarily losing his composure from how Szar timed his release, Darius knew this was an opportunity the Paladin was looking for to gain an advantage even disarmed. Defense was mostly improbable in this scenario, yet he anticipated some of the hazards. Normal people tried some type of evasion or embrace to lower the damage input. Darius was a creature of violence, knowing that he would feel it regardless. The gauntlets were a saving grace, opening his maw to clamp his teeth into it at the moment of impact.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Smiting was literally having him howl in tremendous agony, sinking those daggers for teeth into him. Hardened through bone powder and shaped like fangs, these bad boys mimicked getting bitten by a shark. Worse was the steroid enabled a bear trap like vice. Even his experience in coping with pain forced the sadist to let go after a few seconds, watching the b*****d retreat for what he assumed was for his previous equipment.
Wounds were displayed onto the reckless brawler, flipping the greatsword to its handle as he properly held onto it firmly. Pointing the blade like a thrusting weapon out, his arms pulsed heavily with seismic energy. Szar had the initial head start to reach for his weapon, yet it was Darius Kaiq with the greatsword. Charging straight for the paladin one had to pay attention to the weapon.
Positioned like a spear his intent seem to impale him into his precious weapon. Looks were definitely deceiving, conjoining his hands to the handle as he palm strike the pommel. What occurred next was the concussive force from his power propelling the blade akin to a literal rocket. Szar was confronted with his own weapon going from a lowered trajectory while the madman still pursued him up ahead. Blood still spilled, but he had some time before it turned problematic. Talking was over, it was time for making him bleed for the damage he inflicted. Head was ringing, side was hurting, things were getting interesting.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 3:21 pm
Szar's hand trailed a tail of blood as he clenched it around the sword's hilt. His head turned to glance sidelong at Darius. A steely-red blur flew from the brawler's hands and Szar closed his eyes, feeling the caked blood on his left stick as he did. Why was he holding the tattered shield? What was he doing in this fight? Running? Why?
White radiance burst forth from the gaps in his armor like never before. Something in him was changing. Wrath had succumbed to determination, much less reckless, much more fierce. The longsword felt good in his hand. Better, actually. He'd always loved the greatsword for its brutal killing potential, for its savagery and abruptness, yet as his own flew toward him like some fat titan's arrow, he realized how inelegant it really was. The longsword was the weapon of a knight. It was quick, precise, adaptable. His master had tried to teach him to love it for so long in the beastlands, and for so long he had failed. Now, in this strange, red moment, Szar knew.
As though water on glass, Szar's legs slid dextrously to spin him clockwise. His legs lifted and fell as gingerly as a cat's, toeing him out of the projectile's line as though he were sidestepping a clumsy child. He raised his blade.CLASH!
Steel hit adamantine, and suddenly dirt was flying from Szar's feet, away in a circle as though someone had dropped a boulder in front of him. Szar exhaled. The greatsword, hurled at such wicked speed, was quivering on the ground on front of him, laying prone like some beaten dog. Szar's longsword pulsed white. He exhaled and opened his eyes. Darius was next.
His stroke came upwards as the brute meant to crash into him. The blade was faster than the greatsword ever could have been, and faster still for the burst of power from the divine grace with which his entire body had been infused. The Sun shone from him so brightly that men in the crowds had to look away. His blade meant to bite into Darius's right hip and make a ruin of his chest until it exploded out from his left shoulder.
This, he thought, was what I was born for.
Equip Shift
Buffs Active
-Effortless Armor: Moves as though not wearing armor. Continuous effect.
-Protection From Evil: Minor defense boost vs. evil. Mental immunity from evil effects. Continuous effect.
-Smite Evil (Target: Darius): High damage against evil target, extra defense against attacks by evil target. Continuous effect.
-Divine Favor: Increases physical strength and speed. Continuous effect
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 4:14 pm
Anticlimactic or at least that summed up his little surprise with the greatsword before the paladin spun around to avoid a gruesome impalement. It was a honest blunder on his behalf, preferring to rely on his own equipment whether than using the great sword which potentially could had backfire in his possession. Watching his longsword clash against the greatsword had him begrudged for how he handled the situation. Things were escalated quickly after both combatant went flying, changing the pace and ultimately shedding blood.
Sun was severing the sight of the bruiser, readily charging in all his glory towards danger. Nothing could really ward off whatever he planned next, vulnerable as the paladin found reason to debilitate him by any means possible. Time was of the essence the moment he witnessed this very thing, self-preservation kicking in for what he attempted in the fly. Steel raditated with its holy energies started to slice into his hip, Szar's intent was obvious to bleed this ******** out or do worse.
Striking with the palms of his hand swiftly, that notorious ability of his would make another appearance with a vengeance this time around. Seismic energy combined by this method would summon a vicious sound wave that caused a sort of circular shell around them for five feet. Through the air a clout was heading straight towards the armored foe, inducing asphyxia and nausea from here. Unlike his previous adversary he was practically point-blank and the armor would be used against him. Destructive soundwaves within this range often caused accidental destruction to nearby objects, granted this was anything but an accident.
Fortunately this could be done even in his current state, consumed in pain from the smite enhanced longsword cutting deep into him. Greater durability and pain tolerance could only work for so long without armor. The fun thing about wearing all that armor was the intense vibrations to follow, especially the torment of wearing a helmet. Even so without knowing where to go would force him dropping to the ground mid-attack from the paladin or crash into him, regardless he would find problems to rise. It was almost the end of the line, knowing his trump card would need to be unleashed very soon because of the injuries increasing.
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Perniciouss rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 5:20 pm
A knight's armor could never be used against him.
Szar's steel rattled, making the metal encapsulating his body sing like a choir of nails on chalkboard. Sound waves pounded against his skin, tried to worm their way into his eardrums, tried to stop his attack, weaken his blows, force him to submit. If Darius had his way, Szar's upward smite would stop, fly away. His arms would lose strength, his resolve would break. It would be the beginning of Darius's coup de grace, the beginning of Szar's end. Perhaps it would surprise Darius when the brawler noted that Szar's sword did not stop its upward ascent through his flesh. It might pain him to realize that Szar seemed wholly unbent by the tremendous force being brought to bear upon him. Behind his visor, his eyes were calm, his expression tranquil. His sword would continue its bloody road up and through the warrior. In the flashes of thought when Szar's blade was tearing him asunder, Darius might wonder to which godly technique had his wickedness finally succumbed.
It was the Martyr's Bargain.
A knight's life was suffering and pain. A paladin's twice as much. Szar's body could attest with its many scars. Yet there came times, not many but enough, when a knight had to ward off death, if only to complete a single stroke which might finish a fight. In times like this, the most advanced paladins could reject the pain and suffering of the physical world for a few brief moments, moments long enough to make quick work of foes who believed the upper hand was theirs.
But like all great powers, the bargain came at a price. What that price was, Darius would not likely live long enough to see.
Szar's heel twisted. His hands clenched. He pushed his entire body into the swing, forcing the sword up, urging the blade through skin and bone and viscera, pushing- always pushing. Pushing until there was nothing left to push through, cleaving until there was no more man to cleave, struggling until he was through the beast, until he had done the paladin's duty, until he had slain the dragon.
All the while, a tremendous seismic attack would fall on deaf ears. During this brief respite, no harm could touch him.
Equip Shift
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Buffs Active
-Effortless Armor: Moves as though not wearing armor. Continuous effect.
-Protection From Evil: Minor defense boost vs. evil. Mental immunity from evil effects. Continuous effect.
-Smite Evil (Target: Darius): High damage against evil target, extra defense against attacks by evil target. Continuous effect.
-Divine Favor: Increases physical strength and speed. Continuous effect
-Martyr's Bargain: Momentary immunity to damage (Turn 1)
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 6:21 pm
Clearly underestimating the drive of the paladin, the damage only stacked as the blade penetrated deeper into his flesh. An abnormally high amount of adrenaline that flowed within him was the saving grace for most of the scraps he participated in, battling the prolonged session of a blade radiated in holy light giving him a beating he was anything, but prepared for. Carving to the right hip and digging into the chest region, it was the perfect counterattack devised by Szar.
Yo..... Bas.... b*****d!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Coughing out a copious amount of blood, only his innate toughness was keeping this vile scoundrel from dropping down. Injuries that would normally cripple the average man have a moderate effect upon this sociopath. Shifting his approach of the attack unfortunately was going to get interrupted , shooting out his right hand to grapple the wounded sword hand of Szar with his wounded body as the sheath and left foot going to stomp into his front foot to plant him. Darius options were running short, realizing time was of the essence and doing this was the failsafe to keep the crazed fighter active long enough to dish out revenge. Normally restricted during such powers, this was the exception of the rule for this was simply manipulation from within. ******** the consequences, ******** the pain, Szar pushed him for this and the crowd would be the witness.Berzerk Time!!!! Darius' most revered ability under his power, this follows the fundamentals of the vibrations he has utilized to maximize in destruction. Supercharging his heart through intense concentration that places it as the hypocenter. Deriding all his energy into this nullifies his shockwave completely as this doping technique sped his heart up. As a result his body is becoming super oxygenated, vitalizing his muscles, improving his metabolism, even to an degree increase brain function. Physically spiked into superhuman level, this mode can only be maintained for a short duration
Swinging his left arm in a swift downward chopping motion akin to clubbing a baby seal, Darius launched his immediate attack for the forearm of his foe. Agility in the maneuver also was strengthen momentarily. Hidden in the sidelines long enough, amidst his attack something ominous was being revealed. Springing out from the forearm area was a 10 inch serrated wristblade.The blade itself was designed to make unclean, saw-like cuts into targets so that the wounds never heal properly and bleed heavily. Its destination was the sword arm primarily to slice off and even without the blades not connecting the blunt force trauma would be staggering. He was happy to offer up his left arm if he wished, still oblivious to his little ability. Catching his actions in time could avoid it, but minimum damage would be received instead to evade the frenzied fighter.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 3:05 pm
Szar slid his foot back almost as an afterthought. He was done playing his foe's game, meeting rage with rage, brutality with brutality. Where had it gotten him? What had it done? He'd released so much holy power. It did nothing but mark him as weak. He was done being weak. He was done being stepped on, and so he made sure that when the brute tried to step on him, he failed.
Yet steel still rent, and blood still spat. Magic pushed back. Gift after gift from the hands of the Sun lent armor to the places steel had abandoned. Yet even with the heavy defense of the one true god, Szar's arm still bled. No doubt his bone was injured too. The brute would get that much. He wouldn't get much more. Szar's body pulled his sword out of Darius's brutalized torso, his hands twisting out of the berserker's grip with a single strong pull. There was something different in Szar, and if Darius still had the presence of mind to look, he would realize that he was staring into a mirror. Where he was rage and pain and fury, Szar was calm precision. Szar had only moments, and he would make them long and painful.
Blood poured from Szar's gauntlets, staining the thick padding underneath. He felt nothing. He felt no emotion, no physicality. He was filled with spirit, filled with purpose, honor, duty. He would win. He had to. He let Darius take him in, see what stood against him. Let the brute look deep into his eyes, see that in the face of the greatest storm, a paladin stood firm...
In an instant, Szar was on the offensive, his strikes quick and violent, sending a triad of thrusts at Darius, heedless of the man's posture, weakness or strength. One was aimed at his face, the other at his heart, the last at his stomach. He would make the man a pincushion for his blade, he would drain the man like a sack of water. Even a berserker could not fight without blood in his veins. Yet Szar held back, not putting his weight into any of them- stabs needed little real push to part skin and draw blood. Each flick would be strong enough to puncture what it was aimed at, but quick enough so that Darius, berserker speed and all, would be unable to catch the blade again. Szar was getting quite tired of his equipment being manhandled.
Bait the beast, and then when he lunges, kill him. There was no time during his attack pattern in which he was not ready to immediately backpedal. Darius was a puncher, his disadvantage was range. Szar was more than happy to let that be the death of him.
Equip Shift
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Buffs Active
-Effortless Armor: Moves as though not wearing armor. Continuous effect.
-Protection From Evil: Minor defense boost vs. evil. Mental immunity from evil effects. Continuous effect.
-Smite Evil (Target: Darius): High damage against evil target, extra defense against attacks by evil target. Continuous effect.
-Divine Favor: Increases physical strength and speed. Continuous effect
-Martyr's Bargain: Momentary immunity to damage (Turn 2)
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 8:23 pm
[Remember the arms are freakish in length and the blade makes it worse]
Proper tribute was given to the blood thirsty crowd for this spectacle, suffering for his art and to provide entertainment. What Szar deemed shameful or weak was the polar opposite for the deranged bruiser. Everyone was ruled by their primal tendencies, some choice to revel in it where as others restricted it selflessly. How he yanked out of his sudden grip barely concerned him, blood seeping out while in this frenzied state. Rationality was minimum, but his awareness of the environment with his mind was mostly intact. Both were reflection of each other from a different side of the coin, good vs evil, lawful vs chaos, and all that other good poetic bullshit.
Thrilled this man was quite willing to remain active, he readied himself to the best of his ability. Limited mobility from the wounds would only hinder him, luckily both were committed towards killing each other. Energy continued to flow within, forcing the beast to maximum lethality for what time he had left versus this opponent. How he was unresponsive to the carnage inflicted onto him did come up, yet was quickly erased from literally seeing red in front of him.
Coherent yet abandoning common sense, blood would be painting the armor of the paladin from the first strike. Anticipating your attack to be caught was one thing, but with his fist-fighting background he was able to conjure up a crude defense. Swinging his head to the side quickly which normally was utilized to lower the power of punches, this was particularly unleashed to turn at the last moment to slide the blade through his cheeks. This deliberate gambit would hopefully allow Darius to grip a small portion of the blade between his teeth to prevent Szar from immediately continue his barrage. Those teeth injured his hand previously and now it was enhanced further plus pain was influencing the intensity of the bite.
Nothing wasn't incapable of getting ensnared, placing decent risks with bodily harm to have results against this holy steel can. Two were able to play the same game, launching a small fury of left jabs from his position. These jabs were now faster, harder, and worse an ten inch serrated wristblade made penetration to the chest region quite deadly without fully extending himself or lunging straight at him. The right arm stood guard to defend or make things worse, parts of the sword that even if pulled was assumed to make him vulnerable for a few seconds, and a bloodied fighter with the drive to make it rain crimson. Range was there, hostile intent was there, and even in this despair had yet to give up.
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