The woman had made a terrible mistake, what she thought was a good move turned out to be her downfall...Literally. The force of the knee strike sent her tumbling forward, crashing to her knees before barely getting her arms up to guard her face as the rest of her body followed suit and was driven into the dirt.
A heart wrenching sob followed as Jay gasped for air under the weight of the demon, the muscles in her arms throbbed while her knees ached from the impact. Had she not been face down the demon might of seen the tears dripping into the parched earth below, sure her face was fine, but her already badly damaged abdomen had just been dragged through the dirt, pulling on the burnt flesh and sending sharp agonising bursts of pain up through the corresponding nerves, thus making her shudder while her body struggled to avoid going into shock.
"I'll kill you....I'll ******** kill you for this..." The words were barely more than a whisper, ragged breathing showed just how badly she had been wounded.
But what happened when you wounded a wild animal? Backing it into a corner, forcing them to fight? Well let's find out shall we!
There would always be one thing on her side, brute strength, when all else failed.... Punch them till they stop moving. Or in this case... Jay would push up on her hands and knees rather violently, bucking the demon off her back and grabbing the cuffs once more. Turning on her knee and hooking a leg over it to try pin the cord/wire to the ground with her left foot while shifting her right hand to wrap around both cords before her.
The Touch
Step Three - Rotting of the surface touched: Causes underlying tissue/bones/etc. to ache as if under pressure (like being gripped by an adult gorilla), outer layers of skin/scales/fur/etc. to begin falling away (exposing muscle), and weakening the living creature as if recently dehydrated; Weakens any non-living structure/object as if exposed to open flame for approximately four minutes.
Thus hopefully freeing herself so that she could back peddle and put a little distance between them. It would allow her to catch her breath, while trying to judge what the demon would do next, she was taking too much damage, even if she was resilient and had the endurance of a ******** beast, it didn't mean that the gradual wear and tear of battle wouldn't have an effect on her.
Especially since her stomach was now bleeding, having been ******** from the ground surf.
Colonel Iyam A Heita
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 10:57 pm
Darkest Silver
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XXXXXXAs he was bucked off, Heita fell to his back only a foot or two away. Venia only managing to raise his upper-torso with some effort and pain before Jay had pinned the wire connecting the gauntlets and the clasp. Venia had no idea what the woman had planned but based on the actions earlier in the fight, Jay's new technique was more than likely going to make it's third presence.
XXXXXXLike a rocket Heita shot forward feet first. Using the zip-line feature of the heita-cuffs in reverse, so that he was pulled to the clasps. Legs held together as if one solid unitcharged with the ambient colors of the sun. "Howitzer!" The leg holding the wire of the heita-cuffs would feel a small denotation as impact with the force of a dropkick was made. Heita,himself would've suffered severe rug-burn had it not been for his shield and armored casing on his back protecting the energy source of the power-suit.
XXXXXXThe crowd had fell into a hush when the Ivory Champion had kneed his wife into submission. Murmurs growing amongst them as the bout of domestic abuse played before them. Favor was shifting and with the last maneuver, more and more began to see Jay as the underdog in this bout. He wasn't acting true to character. "He could take her leg off with that!" one man shouted. "What is he doing? That isn't right.." another woman spoke out. It was hard to see the threat Jay was. All they saw was her touching him and him losing bits of armor. Venia cared little for crowd reaction, she was in a frenzy. For her all that matter was the subjugation of Jay. She wanted to break her... for him.
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Howitzer - Any thrusting kick variant of Heita Cannon which uses Apex Dynamic to detonate target area. Can cause third degree burns. [75% Aggressive Bar]
It was official... Jay was having a really bad day, she had taken a fairly large amount of damage and was now facing having her leg nearly taken off....Nearly being the key word.
"Get out of the way!" "Why isn't she moving?" "Dude check out 'dat a**!" All comments following the questions about her husband's conduct, but Jay heard none of them, her ears were ringing as her heart thudded so hard within her chest that it felt as though at any moment it would break through her ribs. But it wasn't the pain that made her do what she was about to do next, no, it was pure hate that drove her to sacrifice her leg in order to land a blow that might actually hurt the demon... And maybe even turn the tide of the fight.
He as in motion on his back, she rose up off her knee as his foot connected with her own, had it not been for the steel toed combat boots she might very well off lost the limb. So her foot was shunted off the cords but in him doing so she fell forward, her right knee bent and aimed for his crotch while the left leg bent after impact, pressing her knee into the side of the demon's right thigh.
Her full weight would come crashing down on him as she released what ever remained of the cuff cords while in motion to slam her left hand closed fist into his exposed abdomen. A double impact which would leave him winded if not stunned from the sheer force behind the double strike.
But wait! that's not all! If you call now we can include a third strike! Yes that's right a third strike, this is a split second offer that you can't refuse...
The Touch
Step Four - Rotting of the surface touched: Causes underlying tissue/bones/etc. to ache as if under increased pressure (like being run over by a motorcycle), outer layers of skin/scales/fur/etc. are completely removed(exposing muscle), and weakening the living creature as if moderately dehydrated; Weakens any non-living structure/object as if exposed to open flame for approximately eight minutes.
The effect would happen regardless of whether her fist remained connected or not, that was the beauty of her gift, she could simply touch them walk away, leaving the poor soul to deal with the aftermath which would one day come to be known as the ultimate truth of the world.
The left fist had come with a secondary effect as her right hand shifted up to a half guard, just in case he you know...Tried to punch her in the face or something. The crowd would simply see her fall on him after nearly having a leg blown off. The shock and outrage was contagious as they continued to watch the horrific display of MAF happening right in front of them.
Colonel Iyam A Heita
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 8:20 am
Darkest Silver
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XXXXXXYes, to the crowd it looked as if Jay had simply been swept into Heita's arms but it didn't feel like it. Her knees falling onto his junk and thigh respectively, it hurt but it wasn't the end of the world since she hadn't gained any real momentum. She had just fallen on top of him from a crouched position. The real threat was the gut-rot delivered by a punch. The instantaneous realization of pain and having the skin melted off his muscles caused Heita's eyes to bulge and his movements to be breakneck in speed.
XXXXXXFreed, due to her rotting away the tether of the heita-cuffs, both left and right fists shot-up under Jay's guard. Twin 50 calibers; a severe double punch to Jay's already badly injured stomach in frantic hopes of getting her off. A knee-jerk reaction to agonizing pain Heita felt at his core. Venia was lost in a sea of noise. Unable to respond as her concentration was on shutting off the damn sirens in Heita's head. His mind reminiscent of a control room during a nuclear melt down.
XXXXXXIf landed, either shot would destroy the already weak tissue in which it had hit. If both landed, Jay would more then likely be violently shoved off her mounted position above her husband. Regardless of the outcome, the crowd was beginning to see an unnatural amount of red pooling between the two competitors.
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2x50 Caliber- Any heavy punch utilizing Apex Dynamic to detonate target area upon impact causing second degree burns if bare contact is made. The force is equivalent to being hit with a 50mph hour baseball. [25% Aggressive energy]
Jay was too far gone in her delusion to back off when faced with death. The fact was her 'husband' was going to have to kill her or knock her the ******** out to stop her from killing him. It tended to happen even in a normal fight, she never gave in, never stopped until she was absolutely done, it was part of the reason why people had come to fear and respect her as a fighter. The b***h just didn't know when to walk away.
The damage being done was horrific and the smell of blood only excited her further, sending the woman into a slight frenzy, left hand digging into his abdomen like a wild animal would wounded prey. Her right arm shooting down with his hands to try slam her forearm against his left wrist to knock the hand out from under her, missing the arm though she would cry out as both fists connected and made her eyes bulge as she felt her already burned flesh tear apart.
As her body lifted away she issued a final touch before her left hand left his now badly wounded abdomen, clawing at it as though she would be able to use it to hold herself to him.
The Touch
Step Five - Decay of the surface touched: Causes underlying tissue/bones/etc. to ache as if under extreme pressure (like being run over by a car), exposing underlying tissue (muscle) rotting away to expose skeletal structure, and weakening the living creature as if severely dehydrated; Weakens any non-living structure/object as if exposed to open flame for approximately sixteen minutes.
Blood flew out of her mouth along with spittle as she as sent flying back off the demon, once again being winded and left gasping for air after her body crashed to the ground and was sent tumbling across it like a rag doll.
Laughter followed as she managed to roll onto her knees, both arms wrapped around her stomach in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding....
"You can't kill me demon...I wont let you... I hope you choke on your own filthy blood." This was her assuming she had managed to cause more damage before being thrown off, also she was practically paralysed now, her body trembling from the effort it took just to remain upright. She wasn't far off passing out or worse, once again she had pushed herself too far...Her right arm damaged along with her stomach and left leg. Not to mention the various knocks she had taken though out the brawl.
But she was trying to keep a promise.... To live. One she had made to Justice, herself, Heita and the ancients.... She had to live. Even if right now she was beginning to see how hard it really was to do it.
Colonel Iyam A Heita
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 11:04 am
Darkest Silver
Jay was too far gone in her delusion to back off when faced with death. The fact was her 'husband' was going to have to kill her or knock her the ******** out to stop her from killing him. It tended to happen even in a normal fight, she never gave in, never stopped until she was absolutely done, it was part of the reason why people had come to fear and respect her as a fighter. The b***h just didn't know when to walk away.
The damage being done was horrific and the smell of blood only excited her further, sending the woman into a slight frenzy, left hand digging into his abdomen like a wild animal would wounded prey. Her right arm shooting down with his hands to try slam her forearm against his left wrist to knock the hand out from under her, missing the arm though she would cry out as both fists connected and made her eyes bulge as she felt her already burned flesh tear apart.
As her body lifted away she issued a final touch before her left hand left his now badly wounded abdomen, clawing at it as though she would be able to use it to hold herself to him.
The Touch
Step Five - Decay of the surface touched: Causes underlying tissue/bones/etc. to ache as if under extreme pressure (like being run over by a car), exposing underlying tissue (muscle) rotting away to expose skeletal structure, and weakening the living creature as if severely dehydrated; Weakens any non-living structure/object as if exposed to open flame for approximately sixteen minutes.
Blood flew out of her mouth along with spittle as she as sent flying back off the demon, once again being winded and left gasping for air after her body crashed to the ground and was sent tumbling across it like a rag doll.
Laughter followed as she managed to roll onto her knees, both arms wrapped around her stomach in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding....
"You can't kill me demon...I wont let you... I hope you choke on your own filthy blood." This was her assuming she had managed to cause more damage before being thrown off, also she was practically paralysed now, her body trembling from the effort it took just to remain upright. She wasn't far off passing out or worse, once again she had pushed herself too far...Her right arm damaged along with her stomach and left leg. Not to mention the various knocks she had taken though out the brawl.
But she was trying to keep a promise.... To live. One she had made to Justice, herself, Heita and the ancients.... She had to live. Even if right now she was beginning to see how hard it really was to do it.
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XXXXXXA hush fall over the crowd. The scene demanding silence as the combatants were forcibly separated from one another. Jay lay damage and trembling, but seemingly content for unknown reasons. Heita however...
XXXXXXHeita laid lifeless, his exposed abdomen proving to be the cause. A few in the audience with weak stomach induced involuntary vomiting when their eyes fell into focus. He was rotting away from the middle out. Surrounded in a pool of his own blood that was ever growing as the armor he wore seemed lose filling.
XXXXXXInside his mind, a frantic Venia cried and lashed at a dark abyss. A void where something reminiscent of an office was stood. The alarm that were sounding before, all silent now.
No, this was only the beginning! Deep, deep down...in the impenetrable darkness that lay beneath Sigil's streets...a force nearly forgotten had been resurrected. Brought back from the furthest edge of space, and time, by the call of its chosen herald.
Her voice...her power...had grown stronger, and louder, until his astral soul could no longer deny it! Brother Silence, the first Prophet, would slowly allow his eyes to open...populating his flesh, even as he swept into Jay's unfettered mind.
"Good...You exemplify the Truth, and it watches over you! Death is natural...Only Death can free us from ourselves. Look upon the beautiful visage of what awaits the living..."
It would be obvious, without even seeing his hand, that Silence had directed his statement at her beloved husband...Heita even now the very effigy of decay, and its glorious salvation!
"But you, favored of the Truth, should know that Death...while necessary...need not be so swift. Embrace your lover, child...Embrace him, and claim his soul for the cause! Show him what you have seen...Show him the Truth!"
Within her bones, Jay would feel it; a tingling sensation, as if thousands of individual threads had begun to weave themselves around her being. She could not see them, but there was no denying what she felt...The weight of them hanging delicately from her fingertips.
The Threads of Life.
Threads of Life :: Upon reaching Step Five of The Touch, Jay's mind begins to slip into the "Realm of Truth"; granting her various glimpses into the reality that waits at the furthest edges of space. Often times this power manifests in vivid, sometimes confusing, visions of things that may...or may not...come to pass; other times, typically in the presence of Death, it allows her to draw upon the fabled Threads of Life. While under the effect of this ability, Jay may extend her own life-force out into any currently/once living creature; connecting her to them, and allowing her various benefits. First, she may see the world through their eyes...either in real-time, or via the last few minutes of their life. Additionally, she may pick up surface thoughts or especially strong emotions. However, most impressive of all, she may resurrect dead beings...forcibly yanking their respective thread, and calling them back from the afterlife. This effect, which appears as a bolt of lightning passing between both herself, and the respective party, is not harmful to either...but will temporarily knock Jay unconscious. Resurrecting a person in this fashion is not perfect, and weaker-willed subjects will become enthralled to Jay...Acting, essentially, as they did in life; albeit serving her every whim and desire without question, and with absolute loyalty. Those with stronger wills are instead shown a glimpse of the Truth, and can occasionally become Truth-touched...as Jay herself has been...granting them additional powers. Typically, any wounds received prior to being effected by Threads of Life will remain...as the person (if thralled) is still -essentially- dead, this does not bother them. Those who are allowed to see the Truth, however, are immediately stabilized...healing enough of their injuries to keep them alive until they can receive medical attention. All in all, Threads of Life has an effective range of 30ft, and occurs instantly.
