[ooc: Alright there guys, so I have been asked to run a crash-course on the combat system, and you know what, I think it makes sense. So, what I am going to do is set it up as our very first sort of miniature guild event. Anyone who wants to may participate. As we get more new members, they will likely be trained by their mentors, or I will hold a similar opening ceremony for the new wave of recruits, if that day comes. =P]
~~~Herra Dawnsguild~~~
The petite woman stood with her back to the entrance of the training grounds. Already there had been a multitude of Oar's Rest's citizens filed into safe viewing areas--eager to see death and violence. It was a welcome and visceral removal from their own stagnant lives. She could hear them chattering beneath her, like so many rats. Her fingers flexed, crunching in on themselves and then releasing she continued this, letting the blood flow pump through her hands as she waited for the arrival of these...whelps she had been tasked with. Herra was not a woman of many words. She was not a woman of many things at all, other than efficiency and strength. She was one of the Twelve Gods of the KinsGuard--twelve elite members of their organization tasked with the protection of critical locations around the world. These Twelve people were said, combined, to be the equivalent of any deity. They were truly gods among men. Thus, one could imagine why someone of this stature may be less than excited to be parading newborn members around like they were hot s**t. Why the ******** wouldn't they have just asked her to put on a show? She'd tear a hundred heads off their shoulders and juggle them sideways if that's what the people needed to get their heads out of their asses and show a little respect.
However, in a way she had to understand the need of insuring that these folks were capable enough to go out into the world. Three hundred twelve deaths in the last six months. It was over half of their forces. The attacks against Bast were getting more frequent and more violent. There had been no word of the activities of the Golem leader, but the constructs that crossed over were more and more complex as time went on...as if it were learning how to create. She shook her head of the thoughts...piece of s**t old Golem scrotum could suck an egg. For now...it was these kids. If she needed to, sure, she could spring down and save their asses. But, at the end of the day, what was the fun in that? They were already fully fledged KinsGuard with their own relics, she was told. That meant they had been chipped. If they died, they would be deconstructed and rematerialized in the birthing pools back at HQ. It would hurt, but they would live to see another day. She smirked to herself and she wondered just who might show up today. She turned to the side, scratching three long gashes on the side of her head and she wondered...how many of these little pricks might be kitties. A smirk cracked her features and she gripped her hands tightly once again, her fingernails turning white from the pressure.
She slammed the steel gate to the underground arena shut and she leaned directly against it, placing a hand-rolled cigarette in her mouth and taking a deep haul.
--ooc: Okay, so, from here, everyone can make their way here who would like to participate in the upcoming training battle. I'm going to leave some time for people to arrive, and might not actually start the combat until this weekend. That gives a few days for the last members, if they decide to, to get their profiles in order, and then we can all hop in and have a ball together. n_n
Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2021 1:09 pm
Chibiru had not yet gotten used to the taste of freedom. It had been three years since his brothers and sister choked the life from his body and tossed him into the ocean...three years. It had been, perhaps, the kindest thing they had ever done for him, but it left him without a true path in life. Even now, as he stood in the main hall of the Oar's Rest KinsGuard HQ, he felt as if he didn't belong. These people were all driven by moral conviction and their will to protect the people. Sure...it wasn't as if Chibiru had ever wished all the people to die...but he just...couldn't place why less people was automatically a bad thing. Most of them were just slobs or mediocre trash that lived out their lives sucking on the tits of civilization without contributing back to it in the slightest.
People saw 'death' as a horrible, terrible, fearful thing. Death was the equalizer. It was what kept the balance. But, he had to also understand that balance meant if a hundred thousand men died, there may not be enough of the living to maintain a society at all...this would be bad. For him...for anyone. So. He saw himself as a mediator. It had been three months since he had become a KinsGuard member...and yet he had not decided to take on any missions for them. He had long sat and pondered if he would stay at all. They had saved his life, he knew...but only because he first put it in jeopardy to save one of theirs. He could leave without guilt.
However, something inside of him pulled. Ached. It had ever since he had picked up the Siamese Blades. These black daggers with the golden core, showing only through the edge itself, having been ground down far enough. They sang to him like nothing had ever before. When he saw it, he thought it an unwieldy, ugly weapon. When he opened it, he realized it was not only a, but THE tool of death. His tool. He didn't understand it for a long while. He knew how to use it in theory. Hell, he could think of a million ways to kill someone with the blades, but at the same time, his body had no idea how to work within the constraints of the weapon's attached nature. He spent those first three months learning how to move while holding two blades that absolutely could not be pulled more than three feet apart...much much less than his arm span. He was limited in how far he moved his arms, but he learned how to create small and blisteringly fast movements that could manipulate the wire in between and trap a foes limb inside. One tight jerk and the limb could be severed. He learned the limits of his weapon meticulously, as was his nature. The deep seeded training of an assassin.
As he stood there, in the main hall, contemplating his next move...preparing to take on some sort of task for the order, a man walked up to him, clad in red flowing robes, and a smile that seemed to spread to the furthest reaches of his face. "Pleased to meet you, Sir Musashi." Chibiru's eyes betrayed none of the panic that struck through his body. To the untrained eye he was calm, relaxed even. His hand, however, tensed enough for his entire body as it prepared, perfectly, to grab his weapon. "Oh no no, sir. Do not worry, I am not interested in your house. You've been invited, sir, to a training session for new members of the KinsGuard. It will be an event not to be missed, I assure you, as it will be directed by lady Herra Dawnsguild herself." The man said, the smile never seeming to fade, even as he spoke. Chibiru nodded as he took the letter in hand. He felt no need for any further discussion on the matter. He had learned anything he needed to know, and didn't need to offer further thanks than the acknowledgement given. The man seemed to think otherwise, however, expecting some sort of cordial banter perhaps. Chibiru saw the baited breath on the man's face and he refused to let his eyes roll. Needy humans. "Thank you. I will attend." He stated, pushing the small round glasses up his nose before turning on the pad of his foot and walking away.
It would seem as though fate itself had reared its head. He had been pondering what his next move may be, and then, as he did so, it was thrust directly into his hands. He could think of nothing more telling than that. It directed him to training grounds just outside the city limit. Some sort of underground colosseum of some kind. He decided that there was little point in putting it off...he would go there. Just as the letter suggested, it was not far. It only took half an hour to walk out of the city and arrive at the stated location. The woman he could see in the distance as he approached must have been the one that the man had spoken about. This...Lady Herra. He had never heard of her...he had only been a member a short while, and had spent that time mostly to himself, training with the relic. As he got closer, he could see the tense expression on her face...and as he got even closer, he could tell there was some form of resentment behind those eyes as she glared at him with clenched teeth. He knew right away that this woman had a bone to pick with him. He was ready, immediately to defend himself, though on the surface she would see him merely get within ten feet of her and the door to the colosseum and he raised a paw and waved. "Hello. I was given one of these invites, and told to come here. It seems I may be the first to arrive. I'm Chibiru Musashi. Pleased to meet you." He clapped his hands together and bowed to her, though it was small. A sign of courtesy and respect. She was, after all, his teacher today.
--Word Count: 1048
--ooc: Alrighty, so if anyone was kind of wondering where to go or how to go about doing their first into post, it doesn't have to look just like this, but this just shows Chibiru's first little bit leading up to coming out for the training session! Also, you will notice that I have my Word Count beneath my post. Just copy and paste the RP section (without any of the code stuff) into a word processor like google docs or something that can give you a word count and then you put that there. In your NEXT post, you would do the same thing, but add the post's total to the previous total to keep track of how many TOTAL words you've written, so then you can cash them all in later for stats. =] And as you can see, in the beginning, it seems like a lot to need 200 words a stat point, but, in this post alone, when I cash those words in, I will have 5 stat points already just from this post alone. n_n
Locke took a long draw of his cigarette as he bent his cards towards him, as he exhaled the sweet smoke he laid his cards flat in front of him. He shot a stare at one of the High Elves at his table “This kid looks scared shitless” he drunkenly murmured to himself as he threw two small coins into the center of the table. “I raise!”
The elf to his right grunted as he reached into his pocket producing two coins. “I call!” he burped, slamming the currency down and shaking the table. Both inebriated players now stared at the elf the Locke had previously called scared. The elf held his cards stiffly and eyed the pile of money on the table. With a sigh he tossed his cards at the cash, stood, and started walking towards the pub door counting what little money he had left. “Poor fellow, I feel bad for him. I do really” Locke said slightly slurring his words. “But crying isn’t going to that gold come back. Anyway, my sole challenger, how many cards will you be needing for this turn?” He asked as he picked up the deck and began to shuffle.
“Give me two” his opponent grunted.
“Two for you and one for me” Both men discarded the cards they didn't need and picked up their new ones eyeing them closely. Locke’s fingers tapped the table. He then drank the remaining ale in his mug “your move big shot” The elf sneered as he reached into his jacket. He produced a small purse filled with coins and tossed them into the pile. “All in” Locke licked his lips and tossed a similar sized bag of coins with the rest of the riches. “What do you got?” The elf laid each of his cards out slowly on the table in front of him. “I got two purple diamonds and a sphere,” he boasted. “Try and beat that!”
Locke fanned his cards out in front of him revealing three golden suns. “I’m afraid that isn’t enough. I appreciate having some to play against. Not as much as I appreciate the cash though” he chuckled. The elf was fuming and looked as if he was about to strike Locke but then stopped as he watched the door to the pub open. A man in red robes entered, scanned the pub, and then began to move towards the two men. “You got lucky this time you dirty ocean rat” he barked at Locke “ You better hope I don’t bump into you at night.” The elf eyed the approached of the robbed man, grabbed his remaining things, and left in the opposite direction of the red robed figure. Locke took the last draw of his cigarette and then snuffed it into an ashtray beside him. His arms then reached outward and scooped the pile of bounty on the table towards. He was halfway through stuffing the cash into his pockets when the robed man approached.
The robed man stopped his pace with inches of Locke’s chair, then leaning forward with a large smile on his face towering above the drunkard “ Sir Crowder, a message for you.” Locke looked sluggishly up at the man but before he could question him his guest produced a letter and placed it on top of his winnings. “ You are invited to take part in a training exercise with the other new members of the Kindsgaurd. Details of the training are in the letter.” “Neat” Locke responded “ I could always go for some practice” he stared down at his ring “After all I’m not even entirely sure what this thing does” A small chuckle escaped the robed man’s mouth “ The training will be directed by none other than lady Herra Dawnsgaurd” he said turning away from Locke “ I assure you it will be a event that you cannot afford to miss.” Just as he entered the bar the man left the same way, body moving like water while his face beamed like the sun. Locke scooped the rest of his loot into his pockets and grabbed his letter off the table.
Locke awoke with a searing headache. What in the world happened yesterday? He poured himself a glass of water to help jog his memory, his body and mind took to the hydration the way a dusty field takes to a monsoon. He sat on his bed and began to audibly recollect his thoughts. “I arrived here at Oar Rest, signed up to be a Kinsgaurd, got told my ring is a ancient relic and that it was capable of magic destruction (maybe I was high for the part), went to the pub to celebrate, joined in on a game of Three’s Best, won a s**t ton of money, creepy red guy gave me a letter….” Locke’s eyes darted around the room looking for the letter as he spoke. He found it on the ground next to a pile of his clothes from the night before. He read the letter and noticed that the training was today! He stuck his head out of his rented room to gage the time. “Sun’s not that high yet, I should still have some time” he thought. He dressed himself, hoping that a better outward appearance would combat a worst state of mind, and made his way towards the training area.
By the time he had made it out of the town limits the hangover had mostly left him. As he neared the area he saw two people were there before him. The woman was clearly the Herra that the robbed man had mentioned in the bar. He had not heard of this woman before but her overall presence screamed power. Locke made a mental note that she would NOT be someone to mess with. As he approached he eyed the Felis carefully “this one has seen his fair share of violence as well” he thought “I should approach this as a professional.” He approached the two of them, placed his hand over his heart and bowed “Locke Crowder, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Herra, though slightly tense, more than anything just wanted to get the day over with. She liked to either be put on lengthy assignments where she could let loose, or to be assigned to her post. Each God had a specific post to watch, and protect. Hers was the Melting Fields. A piece of land where merely walking through it for too long could cause your skin to blister and slowly melt back. You would vomit and your organs would die from the inside out. It was a truly horrific place. The waters gave off a light that nobody could explain, and the worst of it all were the three major Gates that the Golems had constructed deep enough into the fields that it was nearly impossible to reach without incredible defenses. She made sure that nobody was stupid enough to enter, and nothing managed to escape its borders.
She heard him coming before she could see him. Slight tremors through the ground. So soft that it were as if he didn't exist. "Aye. New blood here far yer trainin' wheels, Ah kno." She stated, her accent slipping loose. Her people were an old Gaelic tribe, though the language had mixed with many of the surrounding dialects. "Ahm ere to teach ye the wee of ba-el, ahnd tah whip yer sorry arseholes intah prip prop sheep, yeer? Yoove got a mite mar o' ye coomin by te by, doe." She watched as the third man crested the hill and wondered if no women had grown spines in this shanty shitehole. This one though...seemed prim enough to be a lady anyways. She watched him come by, and continue on however, toward the guest entrance, and she quirked a brow. She was sure he had the letter she had sent. She could feel its presence on the man. She shrugged however...if he had lost his balls, he had lost his balls. Who was she to give two shits.
"Anyweeys, as Ah were sayn. Yoove got mar o' ye coomin. Ahnd sence yer lot've coom bai leet, Aye've got some bludtirsty folks t'enterteen. Ye stee ere and weet fer de rest a'ya." She stated shortly, leveling her gaze at Chibiru with a hint of malice before turning to Locke and nodding his way once more. "Meek shar te shifty poose don' ******** roun' too much in me absence. ******** shite name ye got, cat basterd." She stated, spitting at the feline's feet before turning toward the gates that led down into the training pits. "Win yer ahl ere, meek shar ye weet far me. Ah woon be long."
She gripped the bars and her gloved hands flexed tightly, the metal crunching under her fingertips as she pulled the gate open. When she let go, a print of her hand had mangled a section of one of the bars, and her footfalls echoed into the dark as she made her way down. A few short seconds would pass and then echoes of people cheering, and whistling would burst forth from the tunnel leading down. The new members would hear them as they called her name.
The stairs led down and quickly opened up into an open catwalk leading down, visible from the seating areas all around the pits. The catwalks would lead down to a ring balcony above the pits. This was the ground floor, and where the seating began, rising upward to give a better view of the ongoings beneath. She stood on the floor and took a bow, her grin almost a grimace. She could see the three Golems down beneath her and her eyes narrowed. "WALCOOM TAH TE FOIT YE'VE ALL BAHN WEETING FAHR! Ah tank ye parsonally far coomin out tadee and watchin te newest of ahr ranks on deer farst steps inta de world o'da KeensGuard. But. Befar ye see de wee sheep stumble bout, Ah taught Ah moit give yer a little show." She said with a grin, clenching her fist tightly. The crowd erupted into applause and she took a deep breath as she leant backwards, allowing her body to fall backwards. As her body fell toward the sandy floor of the pits beneath, in the very last second, it was as if she vanished--small afterimages barely visible as her body righted itself like a cat and landed gracefully with almost no impact.
The three Golems immediately turned her way. They had gathered some elite specimens for her to make examples of. They were dozens of times stronger than any foes the new members would be facing. She just smirked as she clenched one gloved hands, a green energy exploding around her hand, swirling up around her arm like a small tornado. She slammed her foot down in the sand, spreading her legs into an incredibly sturdy horse stance, the arena shaking with the impact of her stomp. "OI! Let me get tings star-ed, shall we?" She said with a grin as she slammed her arms down by her sides, raising them with a deep inhale, and pulling one fist back, palm up, tight by her sides, the second hand resting clenched, but extended, palm up as well. She was like a cannon--her arm cocked and ready. The energy around her hands suddenly guttered out. Her eyes lit up like high beams--pale green light like the flames of Hades. Her hair whipped around as if she were in a maelstrom--the energy of her power release almost visible. When she threw her fist forward, it came at a speed so blinding that the skin tore away from her hands instantly. It did not peel back but burned away at the blistering speed of which it was thrown. Her arm was skeletonized up to the elbow by the force of the punch, but her bones clenched tightly, bound by her magics. She was still at least fifteen feet from the enemy. But the thrown punch was not meant to connect. That was not the nature of her fighting style. She rarely ever touched her enemies.
The shockwave that was created by the speed of the blast was like a nuclear bomb's shockwave, concentrated into a fist-sized bullet. Herra had always been a hybrid mage. Physical prowess was equally important to magical skill. This was only her basic magical attack. If she were to unleash her skills here, she could roast this arena and its inhabitants alive. This first strike would head toward the fastest of them. She knew they would come quickly after...but perhaps she could eliminate one right off the bat.
--ooc: First off. I didn't realize, until I was writing this post that she's got a ******** accent. =P Alrighty. SO. Before I throw you guys into your first fights, I'm going to do a really mini little example fight with the instructor here to show you folks how to use the system real quick before everyone gets together and we can continue onward with the training session for the newbies. n_n As you can see in this post, I rolled 4 D100. The first roll was for Herra, the three other rolls were for the 3 enemies she will face. These rolls are your initiative rolls. They determine the turn order for the fight ahead. AND WOW. As if to show just how damn good she is, Herra gets a 100. lmao. So, she will go first, followed by the third enemy, then the first, and then the second.
I am only able to roll for everyone at once because I am Roleplaying all of the combatants, every person would roll their own initiative at the beginning of combat. I will give you the heads up when to do this on your first fight. =]
The first Golem, the Moonsheath, watched as their foe landed in the arena. It was certain they would not be pitted against some amateur. The higher ranking members of this human cesspool had captured it, after all, and held it in waiting for some special event. As the woman prepared herself, however, the Moonsheath could feel her energy levels rising, steadily, and at a rate it thought impossible. Every moment she got stronger the Moonsheath was sure it would stop, but it seemed not to until she had thrown her fist forward. As soon as the woman's muscles had tensed to throw the blow, the Moonsheath threw its hands out in front of itself and the balled up shockwave energy blasted into the golem's hands. It had coated its fingers in magic energy and constricted the magic of its enemy until it was able to crush its hands together and dissipate the force-bullet entirely. The deer-headed golem looked toward Herra with its dead eyes and shook its head from side to side.
It waved its hands over the sand and the sand suddenly rose, compacting tightly and forming itself into a small ball. The head of the Moonsheath tilted and it knelt down and with both hands it hurled as much of the sand directly upward as it could, the sand seeming to halt in mid-air and then drive together to form dozens of the little sand balls. "Even...Gods...fall." Suddenly the balls lurched to life--ten of them blasted forward from the pile all exploding toward her from different angles and at different times. Each of them with enough compact magical force to tear through most human's bodies instantly. It seemed as if something had been done down here...the special abilities they had all mastered seemed useless in this place...it seemed all they could do was fight as best they could with their basic skills.
--ooc: Okay! So, Herra attacked with a basic magic attack on her first move. She attacked the first Golem, because it was the fastest one. The Golem will be using a basic defense against her. As such, there are no extra modifiers to the calculations. I posted the calculation at the top, in a quote, and then, where I would be putting the post, I just "Rolling", and roll a D100. In this example, I need to roll a 20 or less, or the creature will be hit.
ALSO. Herra only took a single attack on her first move. She could technically have technically thrown the maximum ten attacks. This will be used later. =]
As you can see, the Golem got very lucky, and managed to defend successfully!
Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2021 11:22 pm
~~~Tyrant~~~
The Tyrant held back from its comrades, watching carefully as the woman dropped into the pits. It recognized her as one of the members of the KinsGuard who had attacked and captured them. It had hoped it would get a chance to fight her. The civilians above were screaming and cheering as the woman let loose her first strike, and the whole arena went silent as the Moonsheath was able to stop it dead in its tracks. There was no hope. They would tear this woman apart, and then they would make their way into the stands above and kill those petty watchers too. The Tyrant charged forward, attempting to slam its enormous body into Herra and knock her off balance. Regardless of its success, it whirled around with a backhand aimed to take her head off, and followed it with a quick combination of strikes to her gut and a last final haymaker toward her jaw. The Tyrant struck like a boxer--agile and powerful all at once. But it could only muster the five strikes in the time that its comrade had struck double that many. It could only hope its strikes made up for frequency with potency.
--ooc: Alright, so, since Herra only used one attack (which I thought would land), these guys don't need to defend against anything and can jump right into their attacks. I am keeping the stats all the same for the enemies, and yes, using basic attacks, they could all use the max 10 attacks, but I am going to keep it to 5 each for the last two, so I can roll all 20 defenses in one post for Herra. xD
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2021 11:27 pm
~~~Mimic~~~
The Mimic's body was not quite as accurately copied as its name might suggest. It looked almost human, though its features were distorted into the large, chunky body, mostly made of the minerals it was originally derived from. However, it was the eerie human-esque face that they sported in the middle of their grotesque bodies that got them their name. They looked like that of a normal person...like perhaps a man or woman had been consumed by the minerals and turned into these hideous things. The Mimic watched as the others went about their business and it followed suit immediately after the Tyrant had charged in. It ran forward and jumped into the air, attempting to slam a mighty hammerfist down onto the woman's head as the Tyrant attacked from below. When the Tyrant struck for its combination toward her torso, it sent two strikes toward her head. When the Tyrant went for her head, it ducked low and threw two more down toward her knees, hoping it could shatter them.
Herra watched as the nuclear shockwave bullet was caught by the Moonsheath. The foul b*****d managed to coat its hands with enough magic energy to contain it and then extinguish the shockwave's energy. She smirked as she felt the tingling sensation in her bones that she knew meant she'd be ready for the real show shortly. She snapped her neck, using her skeletonized hand to push her chin with a ghastly grin. "Dey tahld me dey found a few spayshal guests fer meh tahdee. Ne're did Ah tink dey'd really mean it." She said with a boisterous laugh that could be heard from the outside of the arena. The Moonsheath's viscious volley of sand bullets were the first of her problems. She took one deep breath, focused her energy and the green glow, as fire, returned around her fists. The skeletonized arm had partially regrown its muscle mass, now, though was not fully healed.
She clapped her hands together as the volley rocketed toward her and when her hands connected it did so with such force that a soundwave exploded outward from the connection and the impact went in all directions around her. The heat of the shockwave was similar to that of the bullet, but less concentrated. The balls of sand were repelled easily, and as the Tyrant charged in toward her, he was met with the clap, which tossed aside his charge and sent him sprawling sideways into the ground. He got up quickly and continued his assault, but throwing two blows. The first she caught with her half-muscled hand and grinned as she squeezed down on the Tyrant's hand. "Ah ah, Laddie boy. Nah yer turn yet." She growled. She released and sent a vicious chop that landed on the forearm to deflect the second blow. As the third enemy struck downwards towards her head she ducked low and swung with a scorpion kick that would knock it out of the air and rolling across the floor. With a quick backflip she removed herself from the range of both of their continuing blows, and she stood back with look only to be compared to pure elation.
Her skin had grown back and she looked down at her renewed arm and threw a few practice punches. They were just little jabs, but they were so fast her arm would seem to vanish, like the fist of a mantis shrimp. She grinned as she hopped from side to side and looked at the three enemies. "If yer still standin' a'er dis...yer good 'nough to see wha mah reylic does." She said with a grin. She took two more hops, and the moment her feet touched the ground on her second go, she was gone.
Instantly she appeared beside the Moonsheath, her fist cocked back and then suddenly blasting forward toward in two punches so fast they seemed to launch simultaneously. Regardless of their connection, before the Moonsheath could blink, she would have vanished, and she was infront of the Tryrant, her fist lashing out once again in the vicious jabs, sending two toward the shoulders of the beast. Each of the small jabs would launch with the same speed that could send the magical shockwaves. They would not be as powerful as the initial one, but she would be able to make more of them before her arm burnt out. She had only used one arm for the first four blows, but already the limb was nothing but bone. She ducked back and was gone once more, only to appear before the Mimic to throw two punches with her other arm, ripping both toward the kneecaps, and then one upper cut she threw fast enough to remove the remaining muscle from her second arm. Her bones seemed to be red with heat from the friction against the air itself at the speed she threw her hands. She stopped, heaving with every breath as she spun on her heel and unleashed three whirling kicks, one launching a blade-like shockwave at each of the enemies. She stood on her one good leg, leaning slightly on her skeletonized leg. Her two bone-clad arms hung by her sides and she waited to see what havoc she may of wreaked.
--ooc: Alright, so, she has 20 attacks to defend against. As you can see the defense calculations say 420 - 500 = 1. We all know that it actually = -80. However, you can not go lower than 1 in this calculation EVER. That is so that there is ALWAYS a chance to avoid an attack, no matter how vast the power difference is between two people.
As you can see she managed to evade everything. (One roll was 99, so that was damn close haha)
The Moonsheath's head tilted to the side in mild confusion and massive frustration when the woman was able to use a single action to completely deflect all of its hard work. It had palmed her strike so simply that it was almost confounded by the fact that she was able to bat away its own attacks just as easily...perhaps they were evenly matched after all. When she saw the way that she dealt with the onslaught of its brethren, it was sure that she was no trivial opponent. It clenched its fist getting ready to strike again. It would make sure she...she...where...where did she? The woman was suddenly there...right there beside him. How had?
Her fists moved so quickly there was almost no tracking it, even for the Moonsheath. It whipped its hands up and cracked them against the wrist of the first strike, but the second happened so quickly after that it was impossible to move in order to intercept it. The punch stopped just short of landing against the Moonsheath's peck, but the shockwave that ripped forward landed with such a monstrous blow that the Moonsheath's body was ripped backwards like a ragdoll and thrown against the walls of the pit. It crumpled to the floor, a crater in its pectoral muscle, blood pouring down its chest. When it managed to scramble to its feet the woman had finished an assault on its allies, and she was launching one final kick. All of her limbs except one leg were skeletonized...she was tearing her body apart to defeat them...and the smile...she was...enjoying it. The shockwave was a lengthwise blade of searing hot energy that blasted against its midsection, sending it wrenching backwards into the wall once again. When it managed to get to its knees it realized there was almost no way to move without complete agony. Its stomach was ripped though the Golems had no intestines to pull out. They were nothing but constructs.
It raised its fingers, aiming them carefully toward Herra, and once more launched a volley of ten small missiles toward her unprotected back. Perhaps she could hit her while she was dealing with the others.
--ooc: So, I am changing the health amount for the enemies because I honestly don't want it to be a slog to the end for this fight hahaha. I just want to illustrate the system. xD
Herra's Attack x3: 500 - 420 = 80 (100 - 80 = 20% Chance) Fail x3 (500 x 5) - (420 x 2) = Total Damage (2500) - (840) = 1660 x 3 Hits = 4,980 Damage
~~~Tyrant~~~
The Tyrant felt the initial blast of the concussive wave that Herra created throw him off course. It fell sideways as it lost its footing and rolled to the ground as it attempted to right itself. It managed to let loose its strikes, but the woman matched its own strength, and easily avoided each and every blow. The Tyrant's jaw tightened as it clenched its fists, ready to unleash its next flurry of blows. However, this time, it watched instead as the woman blasted around the battlefield, absolutely shattering the Moonsheath's defense. How was she so...different all of a sudden? It was too late, by the time she was in front of him. The attacks came so fast the Tyrant wasn't sure she had even struck yet...until the pain exploded in its mind and it looked down to see that its arms were gone, and two smoldering stumps were all that remained from the twin jabs she had landed on its shoulders. Its arms lay limp on the floor beside him. It was still trying to figure it all out when the last strike came--the kick at the end of her combination. Her reaper-like grin was the last thing it saw as the shockwave ripped its head from its shoulders. As the body fell to the floor, dead, Herra hopped from side to side, admiring her work. "Oi! Getten te feel offit again." She cheered with a laugh and a hoot.
The Mimic watched as carnage tore through the battlefield. The smell of burning flesh was starting to envelope him as the woman cooked herself through with the sheer speed of her movements. The hulking beast was denied its attacks, the woman's nimble dodges getting her out of the way of everything the three of them had thrown at her. She was both quick and powerful...a dangerous foe. It crunched its knuckles together and narrowed its eyes down upon her. She went for the Moonsheath first, nearly destroying it. Then she was before the Tyrant, and the way she rent its body, removing the arms like it was nothing before decapitating it. It knew that it would be next as the woman showed up before it. The first two blows came like lightning. It didn't know she was there before the impacts smashed both of its knees, bringing it falling to the floor. The uppercut came as the Mimic was falling, and her fist crushed its jaw backwards, ripping it head over heels and sprawling to the sand.
The Mimic shuddered as it tried to move. Its legs were useless, but the woman was not stopping...not yet. She threw one last kick, the shockwave tearing through the air as the Golem managed to slam its fist down in the sand, causing an explosion of sand to rupture upward and intercept the blow, slowing it enough to let the Mimic roll out of the way. It ground its teeth together and pounded on the sand, creating five fissures to run through the ground from its fist and speed toward her. Each would blast a chunk of the ground up at her like a fist coming up from the sand. It could not move, but it could at least use its magic still.
Herra stood in the center of the battlefield, her arms and leg seeming to smoke with green energy as they reconstructed themselves. Her ability to regenerate her flesh was the only reason she had been able to work hard enough to destroy her body in the name of destroying her enemies. She was truly the scariest type of enemy. A woman willing to destroy herself in the name of destroying you...she was not only merciless, but she was relentless.
She heaved, the physical labor of undergoing that much pain starting to get to her. It had been a while since she faced multiple upper-ranking Golems. She was out of practice...and it pissed her off. The Tyrant lay dead, sure, that had gone well. But the Moonsheath still toddled around and the Mimic was able to take three of her strikes and still remain on its feet. Unheard of. She watched as they launched their pitiful assaults once more, and she smirked as her hands moved in a blur--snatching each and every one of the sand balls the Moonsheath had thrown her way. She did not move her feet. She gripped the balls tightly in her hand and when she opened her half-skeleton fingers, the sand balls had been compacted into a ball of glass from the heat and pressure of her bones. As each fist exploded from the ground, she kicked her good leg out with mediocre speed--easily visible, and tore them in half before they could reach her body. She heaved a sigh as she looked at the two remaining enemies and shook her head. "Oi'm a leedy o'mah wurd. I did see if ya managed tah lehv, I wud show ye me relic nah?" She asked with a bright smile. "Yooshlee, I wudn't do such a ting, but sence you're so damn persesstent, I pose I can oblige ye."
The energy guttered out around her once more, no green aura, no winds ripping around her body. She went silent...everything went silent. You could hear the drop of a pin in the arena, and most of the people in the arena would see nothing but a flash of light. A large sphere, big enough to encapsulate the entire pit would be created out of energy alone. Her prison. It was here, that she was God, truly. She walked forward, swiping the sand with her feet and kicking up just to watch the particles of sand leave her foot and freeze in the air. The eyes of the enemies were locked straight in the position they had been in when she activated the time-zone. She sauntered through the area--to her it felt like regular time--to everyone else, not even a half blink of an eye had passed by the time she was in front of her enemies. She grabbed the Moonsheath under the chin and looked it dead in the eyes before cocking back a haymaker, holding the glass ball she had made out of its attacks. The strike would come down with a vengeance, aiming to reduce the things noggin to a smoldering stump, like the Tyrant's shoulders. She would take her time, hopping over to the second enemy, taking a deep breath and cracking her neck before pulling back her arm and ripping one massive punch, shockwave and skin burning included, trying to carve a hole through the Mimic's gut.
Used Time-Zone Technique toward both enemies
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Ability Name: Time Zone Level: 50 Class: Magical Attack
Effects:Area of Effect (40% = 20): This ability can strike up to two additional targets, other than the first. Enhanced Damage (20): The total damage of this attack is increased by 100%. Hand of Death (10): Remove 5 action points from your enemy's next turn on a successful hit. Cannot remove the final action point. Description: Herra concentrates on the Mind's Eye. A relic embedded in the side of her head. It is a jewel that has been inserted right by her temple. This jewel lights up and casts out a massive zone around her battlefield that nullifies the passage of time for anyone inside of it. With enough strength, the effect can be overpowered, but if it is not, the enemies are as helpless as puppets to her until the area is removed at the end of her strike.
--ooc: OKAY! So. This next calculation will show you guys how it works when an ability is thrown into the mix. n_n You won't have to worry about this in your first fight, but it at least shows how they can be implemented.
Herra's Time Zone Ability: (500 + (50 x 10)) - (420 + (10 x 10)) = X 1000 - 520 = 480 (100 - 480 = 1% Chance) Fail! (500 x 10) - (420 x 3) = Total Damage 5000 - 1260 (+50% From Ability) = 5000 - 2520 = 2480 Damage (x100% From Attack Ability) = 4960 Damage
~~~Moonsheath~~~
After the woman had caught each of its projectiles, this time seeming to try her best to make the Moonsheath look foolish or weak, the Golem kicked at the sand in frustration. It knew, as it looked down to the deep wound in its gut and the crater in its chest...it wasn't going to be able to do anything about her...not in this state. Hell, it could barely do anything before it was injured. It wasn't sure how long it had been staring at the crater in its chest, but it felt like a small eternity. It realized, then, that it could not move. It could not even avert its eyes to look somewhere else. Not until the woman's hand touched him, lifting his chin so he was staring into her evil smile. She held a ball of glass that had been crafted from its own attacks and as she brought it down toward its head, it could do nothing. It tried with everything in it to assert a force wall in front of it, but even that was done in vain. There was no chance to stop the hammer that fall onto its skull, and there was nothing it could do but embrace the darkness.
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Ability Name: Force Wall Level: 10 Class: Magical Defense
Effects:Enhanced Durability (10): If the defense fails, increase the amount of damage reduction by 50%. Description: the Moonsheath is able to create a psychic barrier to attempt to slow any incoming attacks and reduce any impact that might occur if the attack still makes it through the wall.
--ooc: Okay! So. As you can see in this post, I have allowed for the Moonsheath to use an ability of its own. The above calculation shows how you add 1 multiplication for ever 10 levels in a skill. So Herra's attack skill is level 5, this means her Damage will be Arcane Power x 10 instead of x5, because of the level 50 skill. Similarly, the Moonsheath used a level 10 skill, which adds one multiplier to his durability. Making it x3 instead of x2 when he fails the defense. The result, considering Herra's much stronger ability, illustrates how easily an ability can change combat.
It also shows the change to hit chance. With the regular calculation, you add your skill's level x10 to your hit chance, and your enemy adds their defensive skill's level x10 to their defense chance.
When you guys do this yourselves, I promise it will feel much less complex. And I will be there EVERY step of the way until you are comfortable!
The Mimic watched as the attacks were cut off with an effortlessness that made it ashamed of itself. It had thought it was an apex predator...that it and the rest of the Golems would crush the Bastian continent and these silly creatures that called it home...but it seemed there were people here, after all, who would put up a fight...perhaps even against their God and Master....perhaps. When time stopped, the Mimic was looking toward the Moonsheath...which was fortunate and unfortunate. It knew, then, much sooner than the Moonsheath what was happening. The time-stop was apparent to him as soon as he saw the woman approaching the Moonsheath from afar, and found himself unable to turn his eyes toward her. She stepped in front of the Moonsheath and brought down a single eradicating blow turned the upper half of his ally into nothingness. The stump of its legs was all that remained from the force of her blow. When she arrived in front of it, the Mimic did not struggle. It offered barely even a basic defense as her punch ripped through its arms and torso alike, leaving a massive tunnel through its body before it dropped flat in the sand to a massive cheer from the audience who, to this point had only seen a flash of light and then the Moonsheath's torso disappear and a massive hole appear in the Mimic. When the Time-Stop ended, it was as if everything inside the area happened all within the half-second that the audience had viewed.
Herra stood proud and looked around at the cheering crowd, nodding to them and waving her arms. "Alright alright! Ye've seen wha wee may become. But, now its tayme tah see jus wha our neew folks can dew!" She said to another uproarious cheer from the audience. She slowly made her way from the pits, enjoying the cheers before she would re-appear at the top of the training grounds, where the other new members had started gathering. She would step through the barred entrance and close it behind her as she looked to see if anyone new had arrived while she fought. If not, she'd just have to get started with what she had and throw the others in for a second round after.
