Welcome to Gaia! ::

Kar entered just as he had in previous rounds... arriving from nowhere, as if he had suddenly stepped out from behind a curtain that didn't seem to exist. He was just a shade under eight feet tall, with dark skin and black scars across his arms, face, and neck. Every other part of the man was covered, either by the black tunic and regal red cape he wore, or the darksteel chestplate, leggings, and greaves. There was clearly a reason why he did not wear armor on his arms: at various points down the outside of his arms bone spikes jutted through the skin, including sets on the backs of his wrists that seemed to form a set of claws behind his hands.

"Good morning!" the demon lord bellowed as he hoisted the six-foot cleaver-like blade Blackfang onto his shoulder with his left hand.

K-THNK!

The end of the massive weapon he had hefted was driven into the ground so that it was left standing freely when he took his hand away, and the large demon man promptly dropped down onto one knee to accommodate for the height difference. Even then, though, he was a little above her.

"Hello there, I am called Kar. And I suppose you are Lian? How are you feeling today, Lian?"

He certainly looked the equivalent of any cruel monster-man that might be running around Gaia, recklessly slaughtering villages full of en-pee-sees and racking up self-proclaimed ten-billion-dollar bounties before going to skulk in the rafters of a bar and 'hit on chixxorz'... which can only be assumed to be a variety of cockatraice hunting or something. Kar looked to be this type of person, but with the way he was acting he might as well have been a kindly old grandfather.

Kar reached out with his own huge paw of a hand and completely enveloped hers in it; shaking her hand by putting the pad of his thumb onto the back of her hand and simply going about it that way.

"I'm glad that you're excited, Lian. It's best to be cheerful all the time."

He didn't react to her hopping up on his shoulder other than tipping his head a bit so that she'd have more room to sit.

"I'm just an old man wanting to see how the young ones are doing things these days. I've been around for a long time, and sometimes children are the best way to rekindle a thirst for adventure."

"Yes, it seems so, little one."

He helped her off of his shoulder if she needed it at all, then stood, dusted off his knees, and bowed as far as he could in an attempt to get his head down to an appropriate level.

"I wish you luck, Lian."

Kar took a few steps backwards, giving the girl room enough. He was a few feet away from where he had plunged his weapon into the earth, and made no movement to draw it from the ground again.

He stepped into a rather wide stance, bending his legs to nearly crouch... sometimes height was a disadvantage as well. By equalizing the stature, he maintained the advantage of reach without having to suffer halflings scurrying between his toes.

"Whenever you are ready, madam."

When Lian hopped in Kar's first action was to bring a heavy hit down from overhead, intending to hit her. Considering he had spines and claws jutting from the back of his arm, the results would likely be very similar to that range of spikes.

If Lian moved to dodge, the punch would likely break off the spikes at the base before they got very far.


(( Wow... I need to not do that anymore. After that first bit I just can't get into the smashing anymore. crying ))

The spikes chipped away, breaking into shards as Kar's fist slammed into the ground where they originated. Sharp bits were still nothing to laugh at, however, and driving his fist into and through them had left a number of cuts and lacerations upon his knuckles.

However, Lian leaping in would present an easy target. An object set into motion stays in motion... or at least it should, if it isn't acted upon by some sort of supernatural flight. Lian's leg strike would lash out, but her target would move. Kar shoved off of the ground with his embedded fist, driving his left shoulder up in the direction Lian was coming from... but this was not the attack that would come - Kar had a number of bone spikes jutting out of his body, from the shoulders, along the spine, and down his arms. He also had set of horns of the same hard, bone structure that curled over the sides of his head like a ram.

It was with a sudden snap of his head to the side that Kar retaliated; bringing his brow about to broadside the small woman mid-flight. Her kick would strike at the top of his shoulder instead due to his adjustment.