Deitric felt his knife hit something that didn't have the same give as flesh. It was less the sensation than the result - when Tres didn't back off, the tribesman knew his opponent wanted to keep fighting and more importantly, could keep doing so. But so could Deitric, and he was the smaller of the two; his natural tendency for in-fighting was even better suited when dealing with an opponent larger than himself. Although he had primarily dealt with smaller fighters, he had also gone toe to toe with the likes of Ebris and Murdoch; this was a game he knew how to play just as well as any other. This was where he felt most natural; throwing punches.
There was no point in backing off now - if Tres wanted to trade blows, then his opponent would oblige him. Turning left gave Deitric one advantage: he saw the tells for the hook clear as day, even if one discounted the natural instincts that came from training and experience. When the psychic's body began to twist and his arm slung forward, Deitric's knees became like stiff rubber and he ducked under the blow, the crystalline fist passing just inches over the brave's black-haired head. His mohawk had already been mussed from taking a couple of tumbles in the sand, the crest of hair laying across his otherwise bald scalp.
The counter came without hesitation, intending to punish his foe for opening with such a big swing. As Deitric came under the punch, he immediately twisted left, throwing his own counter-hook with his right fist, aiming to slam home in the exposed floating ribs of his opponent with lightning-fast precision, attacking the area exposed by Tres's own hook. He had already weakened his opponent's rib cage on the other side, and now it was time to do the same on his right. He moved with the same approach as always when it came to boxing - bob, weave, and strike. Some called it the Dempsey Roll, but to Deitric it was just the style of aggressive move-and-punish boxing he had been taught by his father and warriors like him.
Abilities
***Fistful of Lightning: Like a suped up Drumbeat combined with Lightning Cast - Deitric punches somebody, immediately emitting a lightning bolt that acts almost as a second, instantaneous "punch" in terms of blunt force (dependent on the type of punch thrown), ontop of the mild or potentially serious electrical burns. CD: 2, WU: 2. Will usually cause mild burns to whatever hand is being used to deliver the blow.
When - if - the warrior's fist connected with his opponent's flank, it would feel as if he had been hammered by two full-bodied hooks in the same span of time, and as if he'd gone and jammed a fork into an electrical socket. Deitric's punch was forceful enough to pop his ring and pinkie fingers out of socket on impact, the digits bending unnaturally around the hilt of his knife. If one of his knees could crack ribs, then one of his suped up hooks could definitely break a couple and leave the psychic breathless and hopefully off balance.
Nobody got a free lunch though - not even the tournament champion. Beneath the leather jacket he wore, his arm scorched from the energy roiling beneath his flesh, turning the skin an angry, welt-like red, smoke rising from his glove as it burned to ash. A bright, incessant ringing grew in his ears that dulled almost all of the sound around him and the world swam in front of his eyes, wobbling uncertainly as he tried to keep a bead on his enemy. The motion of his weave-and-punch move sent him stepping away quickly to his right immediately after the blow landed as he tried to keep his balance. He kept himself facing Tres, and while he didn't look it, he felt definitively off somehow, as the world kept tilting to the right.
He kept hold of his knife though - combined with his left guard, he could hopefully ward off any impending attack until the turbulence stopped, assuming Tres was in any position to make an attack.
CD: 2 +2
Feedback Three Forced CD: +2 Disorientation: 1 Deafness: 75% +2 Decrease in electrical resist: 10% + 2
____Tres flowed smoothly into the next movement of his combination. What one had to remember was that Tres wasn't just another martial artist. He was a psychic warrior. While he could not divine the future, nor could he move objects with his mind; Tres had a greater power. Tres's body and mind were more in tune with one another as if the line between thought and action became blurred. Tres had a plan and the next step would occur as soon as that left hook went over the khasmin's mohawked head. Rather than stopping his huge swing he flowed with the momentum, twisting on his feet along with his waist to continue into a full turn.
_____Then as Dietric countered with his own right hook to Tres's left ribs in the ticks between the moments. Before the right hook would hit its target Dietric would find that suddenly Tres's shoulder had morphed. A hollow growth of crystal extended from the back shoulder blade. From this growth an immense amount of force would suddenly explode against the electrifying force of Dietric's fist full of lightning.
IEEEHH!
_____When Tres sensed the electricity jump from Dietric's fist the distance he did not ponder it much more beyond that. He did not feel the impact because the khasmin's knuckles could not penetrate the sudden burst of force of his psionic power. He would not yet notice how much pain he was in as a result of the pure electricity of the attack.
_____He was so engaged in his actions that he did not smell the flesh along his ribs begin to sizzle and hear burning blisters pop. The sound would be hidden beneath a keening not unlike the sound of a jet. This sound screamed angrily against the khasmin and would bring with it an immense amount of force. A massive gust of pressure pushed against Dietric as he threw his right hook. This threatened to blow him away while sending Tres to his right at an upward angle away from Dietric. Tres turned in the air from the momentum of his previous movement. He spun in a counter clockwise turn to face Dietric once more. His head would turn during the spin to try to minimize the time that he could not see the mohawked warrior.
_____In Tres's right hand as he finished his revolution would be a baseball sized sphere of weighted crystal. Tres would cast the crystal at Dietric in a skilled throw to deliver a stone like blunt strike against Dietric's forehead. His left crystalline hand fingered the warped and blackened skin along his left side rib cage. Luckily nothing had broken, but the high degree of pain would prove distracting. Any movement of the left arm tugged on the melted skin and sent a wave of agony through his body.
PP: 13 [-5]
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Ectoplasmic Shard [Metacreation]
[Immediate - 1 Point]
Tres can quickly produce a single shard of ectoplasmic crystal. This shard is a long sharp crystal that can be used to stab and puncture flesh. The crystal only remains in existance for one post. The Crystal shard weighted for throwing and can be used as a quick thrown long range attack. These crystal shards are as hard as steel but once they disappear they evaporate into gas.
Boost [Psychometabolism/Metacreation]
[Immediate - 4 points]
A growth of crystal expands suddenly out from Tres's shoulder blades. This growth is designed to convert psionic energy into force allowing him to briefly push his body in any direction through the air a maximum distance of 16 feet. The sound released by this technique sounds identical to the propulsion one would hear from a small jet. The power produces a notable amount of force and can be used to increase the power of a physical attack while setting Tres off balance and briefly out of control of his momentum.
Throw Anything
Tres never liked the idea of using a firearm as he felt that not enough of his body was doing the work of attacking with the weapon in order to feel confident or even rewarded by using it. To fill the void of long range attacks, Tres studied the art of throwing objects. Tres's ability to aim is increased due to his developed senses and body control. Tres can accurately utilize any throw any weapon within his maximum throwing range, dependent upon the weight and design of the object.
Sleight of Hand
Tres can draw small sized or smaller weapons quickly, often without the opponent being able to see him arm himself with the weapon. Tres has several weapons other than the visible ones hidden about his person. This ability allows Tres to reveal a hidden weapon that he had drawn without the opponents knowing during a movement of the hands.
Deitric didn't hear the Wilhelm scream coming from his opponent's burst of psychic force - he was already nearly deaf, so the sound only came through the ringing as a distant thrumming noise. As the boost threw Tres into the air, the tribesman stumbled away, his already-precarious equilibrium sending him off to his right, barely able to keep on his feet as the thrust of force pushed him aside.
That same burst of force was also Deitric's saving grace, when combined with his shoddy balance. Tres turned in the air and hurled the ball of psi-crystal, but it flew right over Deitric's head as the tribesman tumbled over onto his rump with an audible "Oof!" as he fell over, his right leg caught underneath him.
Luck - not skill or design - proved to be in the brave's favor at that moment. He had already had trouble standing - the sudden gust of force was enough of a push to put him onto his a**, the psi-ball soaring over him to the other side of the arena. Deitric had only vaguely caught sight of it as his vision wobbled angrily, his left arm up to guard his face even as his own lack of balance saved him from harm.
It was that self-same luck that also clipped some of Deitric's feedback. The full blow hadn't been delivered; his attack hadn't been completed. That was the downside. The upside was that it meant his feedback wasn't nearly as punishing as it might have been. His vision was already stabilizing, his burns had been limited to the offending arm only, and his fingers remained intact.
Twisting his leg beneath him, the tribesman quickly picked himself up to a kneeling crouch, focusing his vision on his opponent. He was still a little wobbly, though, so he let his metasense kick in. Tres appeared as a series of warping, shifting waves in the electromagnetic spectrum, a humanoid outline in the air against the otherwise stable lines of the spectrum. Deitric could move if need be, but a few meters had been put between the two of them, meaning that neither man was in immediate danger.
_____Tres landed in a bit of a stumble and stabilized in a crouch. The harsh landing agitated the wound above his left knee. He stood up tall as he rolled out his still numb right arm. This action revealed the tender bruise beneath the right rib cage. Tres then tore off his green scarf and wrapped it around his bleeding left thigh. As he did all this he never took his eyes off Deitric.
_____When finally Tres managed to work up the nerve, he brought his left crystalline hand away from his left rib cage to reveal the burning warped flesh beneath. His face took on a disgusted scowl as the aroma of it hit his nostrils. Tres then pulled off and adjusted his green shawl to loop under the arm and over the other shoulder to give the injury some protection.
_____Then the psion reached out with his right hand and a green streak would tear through the air to meet it. In Tres's right hand would be the emerald blade Ogranix. Deitric would recognize the thing, half crystal and half fire. The peculiar look of the thing stood outside what ought to be in physical reality and felt more comparable to workings of abstract fancy. He held the short sword around two feet long in his hand as he took his stance.
_____Now he took a left leading knife fighters stance. Squared up and leading with his left side he leaned forward some while holding out his crystalline left arm in front of him defensively. His right hand which held ogranix blade pointed up and forward along the level of his right hip, prepared to stab out at the opponent. Tres closed in with measured and careful footsteps to attempt to engage with Deitric once more.
PP: 12 [-1]
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Call Mind Blade
[Immediate - 1 point]
Tres may call out mentally to his mind blade which will then fly into his grasp at staggering speeds. This also allows Tres to manipulate the mind blade telekineticly during the post in which he manifest this power. Tres may propel the mind blade at about 10 feet per post. Tres may not use this if there is anything in between him and the mind blade, as such he cannot use it to pull it through people.
Deitric expected the mind-blade to make an appearance eventually - and had an answer to it.
As Tres's blade took shape and form, Deitric sheathed his knife and took his war-club from the holster on his belt, taking the handle in both hands as if he were going to use it. Instead, he seemed to pull on it, and strangely enough the wooden haft began to lengthen in his hands. It grew longer, more like that of a spear's shaft.. which was exactly what it was.
The weapon was like putty in his hands, as his hand slid up to the club's head, the steel sphere molded into his hands, flattening, sharpening into a leaf shaped spearhead. The war-club became a spear akin to short doru - a haft of eight feet, with an eight-inch, flat-bladed spearhead mounted on one end with a bronze butt-spike as a counter balance on the opposite end.
The transformation was a new trick in Deitric's arsenal, combined with the magitech of the companies he had bought or otherwise invested in. They "tagged" certain molecules in the make-up of his weapon, allowing him to manipulate and change it from one shape to another, although it had limitations; namely that a weapon only had enough "memory" for two different shapes; the mingling of magic and technology had not proven capable of writing out two different shapes into the electromagnetic fabric of his equipment. Not yet, at least. The same magi-technology was present in his armor as well, allowing him to shift between "civilian" clothing and his armored leathers at will with a subtle shift of molecular make-up and electron spin.
Without that technology, his powers weren't quite so advanced, but they acted as a sufficient aid when needed. A useful tool - to be expected, with how much money he had invested into the technology. The brave held the spear in both hands, although it was perfectly well-balanced for one handed use; bridging the gap between spear and staff with his hold, leading with his left side and the glinting spearhead.
The GTB champion had relied primarily on his fists for combat, and sometimes his knife and tomahawk. In truth, the spear was his greatest weapon outside of his own body, but he rarely used it, finding hand to hand to be bothersome with a length of wood strapped to his back.
As Tres approached, Deitric flicked his spear downward, catching the sand with his blade in an almost-casual movement. The shaft bent slightly on the way down, just barely cutting into the ground, throwing up a wave of sand between the two of them as it bent back to its natural shape as the warrior brought the weapon up again. The sand was aimed primarily at his opponent's eyes, but in truth Deitric didn't expect it to really do anything. He began to circle to his right in an outward spiral that kept Tres out of sword's strike distance - if he wanted to come in with Ograntrix, he'd have to come into spear range before he could bring the sword to bear.
_____The two kids who were watching this all happen would suddenly get entirely too excited about this new development. They had not seen this before. In fact this was the first time that Deitric had brought this new weapon to light. It was a new development in the already notable arsenal of the khasmin warrior and they could not wait to see what Deitric could do with it.
_____Tres himself actually paused for a moment when he saw this. Tres had studied tapes of many of deitric's fights, especially his more notable championship bouts and famous fights like the ones between him and Ebris. However this was the first time Tres had seen that gun stock club of his transform into something else. It was a new wrinkle in the tapestry of this duel and Tres would have to figure out how to undo the knot.
_____With that, once he got into close range he put himself on the defensive. As soon as the khasmin flicked his spear he took a sudden step back to his right. The dirt fell harmlessly in front of him and his gaze was still locked on the khasmin. He began to move in an outward spiral to his right, making sure to give himself some distance away from the opponents longer reach but to always remain squared up with him just in case he lunged in.
_____Tres brought out his left hand down to his side and opened up the million karot palm. Tendrils of grey ectoplasm faded into reality making a relatively complex crystalline matrix. This matrix formed a mesh of quadrangles that took the shape of a lightly weighted net. In a flash of light, a white milky substance that danced like fire filled the volume of the net shaped mesh. Tres held the crystalline net in his left hand at the center of its weave, letting the small baubles hang down. These extensions were made for several purposes but chief among them were to make sure that the net flayed out correctly when thrown. Tres let the weight drag a bit as he moved in his spiraling path, with his left hand at around his hip level.
_____At this point, these kids were simply losing their minds with excitement. They had never seen this from the young psion either.
PP: 8 [-4]
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Ectoplasmic Creation [Metacreation]
[Standard - 4 point]
Tres can create a shard(s) of crystal that can be manifested in the shape of a simple tool or object. This ability at its most basic level allows Tres to produce about 3 pounds of crystal or less. This crystal has the hardness and density of a similar amount of steel. The crystalline object is created from psychic energy holding ectoplasm snatched from the astral plane in existence. They contain complex crystal matrix's in which psychic energy can be seen pulsating through the lines. This object dissipate after two post length's after creation. Tres can create the crystal construct in any simple shape provided he augments the ability enough to give him the necessary material to achieve the desired shape.
The two men began to circle, Tres's sword blazing green with latent psi-energy, the head of Deitric's spear wavering up and down like a snake poised to strike. As Tres formed his net, the tribesman stepped in, leading with his spear. He didn't have to step far - he was moving into his range, not Tres's, meaning that while he was in range to strike, Tres's sword and net were both still out of their own range.
The tribesman swiped his spear horizontally from right to left, aiming to cut a gash at his opponent's crystalline arm just above the elbow, using only the first two or three inches of the spearhead as the striking area. Like trailing a stick through sand or water, he didn't want to plunge his weapon in - he only wanted to dip his weapon's point just past the surface. Enough to cause ripples, but not enough to cause a disturbance. In this case, enough to cause a shallow wound, but not enough to be a fully committed strike.
The brave wasn't worried about his opponent's net - the blade of his spear was sleek and aerodynamic; unlike other spears with secondary slots or protrusions, the doru had nothing that could catch onto the net. It was a seamless transition from haft to head, all rounded angles and sharp edges. Deitric was still leading with his left, as his left hand gripped his spear at the "highest" point, his right holding the weapon further back along the haft.
It wasn't an overly dangerous attack for either man - the movement was small and quick with little momentum behind it, and on the other side of the coin the attack wasn't capable of doing enormous amounts of damage, although it would leave a sharp gash in the crystalline arm if it struck; even crystal had to part before the strength of steel.
CD: 3
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:37 pm
Chapter 11 - The Quickening
KRrrnngghh!
_____Tres would follow through with his intended spiral path, taking a step back to his right. This however would not save his left arm totally from the opponents attack. With the left arm being held out on guard, the blade would instead knick the underside of the left forearm, knocking a shard of crystal loose. Tres would complete the step while maintaining square with dietric.
_____This time he would attempt to take another step back from the Khasmin. As Tres performed this second step he would bring his left hand to to the right, still at his hip level. He ignored the pain in the arm. While he experienced the injury of having crystal torn from the left arm, the arm's ability to perform was not compromised. Tres played up how significant the injury was with a facial grimace and a tightening of his left hand grip upon the net. Tres's eyes were still focused on Deitric. Suddenly Tres was not as aggressive as he had been.
A man clad in full black armor would stand in the distance, watching the fight casually.
His arms were crossed, his head tilted.
Every move would be carefully observed and recorded within his gaze. There was no mischievous banter, no cunning thoughts or malicious intent. Not even wonder at what was being watched. There was only observing.
While they fought, the two fighters were being stalked, sized up and considered, just like everyone else in the tournament's first round. What would fate hold in store for them? Probably nothing good. But who knows?
Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 11:21 am
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As Tres tried to move away, Deitric followed. Tres was moving backwards, which limited the length of his strides, making it easy for the psychic's opponent to follow him, keeping him at the range where the spear could strike, but the sword could not. That was where Deitric wanted to keep him, at least for now.
The warrior's spear swiped one way, cutting a thin gash through his opponent's crystalline arm, and he immediately reversed the movement, aiming to cut another slash through Tres's arm. Deitric was capable of keeping Tres under pressure by whipping his spear blade to and fro, left to right, the silvery blade constantly threatening to cut wound after wound into the crystalline arm. It didn't require much effort, and the leverage of his arms' movement gave the spear's blade enough force behind it to gouge into the crystal.
Despite the constant offensive, the brave's movements were careful and unrushed; he wasn't moving in to make a big attack, only stepping forward to keep time with his opponent, maintaining the same distance. His spear's wavering wasn't wild, keeping the spearhead roughly trained on his opponent, only moving it enough for quick, tight slashes.
While the arm's performance might not be hampered by the wounds, the pain could keep Tres on the back foot, and disrupt his concentration. Deitric normally ignored causing an opponent pain for causing them injury, but by constantly threatening his opponent with the glinting point of his doru, the tribesman could keep his opponent's arm from raising, as well as force his opponent to constantly back away in an attempt to avoid further pain.
CD: 2
[s**t post because I'm trying to slog through some schoolwork, should have time to post some this weekend though.]
As Tres tried to move away, Deitric followed. Tres was moving backwards, which limited the length of his strides, making it easy for the psychic's opponent to follow him, keeping him at the range where the spear could strike, but the sword could not. That was where Deitric wanted to keep him, at least for now.
The warrior's spear swiped one way, cutting a thin gash through his opponent's crystalline arm, and he immediately reversed the movement, aiming to cut another slash through Tres's arm. Deitric was capable of keeping Tres under pressure by whipping his spear blade to and fro, left to right, the silvery blade constantly threatening to cut wound after wound into the crystalline arm. It didn't require much effort, and the leverage of his arms' movement gave the spear's blade enough force behind it to gouge into the crystal.
Despite the constant offensive, the brave's movements were careful and unrushed; he wasn't moving in to make a big attack, only stepping forward to keep time with his opponent, maintaining the same distance. His spear's wavering wasn't wild, keeping the spearhead roughly trained on his opponent, only moving it enough for quick, tight slashes.
While the arm's performance might not be hampered by the wounds, the pain could keep Tres on the back foot, and disrupt his concentration. Deitric normally ignored causing an opponent pain for causing them injury, but by constantly threatening his opponent with the glinting point of his doru, the tribesman could keep his opponent's arm from raising, as well as force his opponent to constantly back away in an attempt to avoid further pain.
CD: 2
[s**t post because I'm trying to slog through some schoolwork, should have time to post some this weekend though.]
Chapter 13 - The Beginning of the End
_____With a short sword and net in hand, Tres knew that he was at a disadvantage against the spear. Deitric was doing exactly what Tres liked to do with his opponent and use zoning to place himself where he was safe but the opponent was not. Tres knew that he would not be able to put himself outside of the spears distance back peddling and Deitric's forward momentum afforded him an offensive advantage.
_____Tres knew, with the throbbing pressure of pain in his left arm and the rest of the injuries that his body had already accrued in the battle that if this became a war of attrition that he would lose. His plan had partially worked, in that he baited Deitric into a forward line of attack that he could take advantage of. The problem was that deitric hadn't taken the bait as adamantly as he had hoped, the warriors approach was still careful. However the moment would not last for long and he needed to capitalize immediately while he still held the crystalline net in his left hand.
He needed to act now
_____The Khasmins spear came right back in the other direction before the shards of crystal from Tres's left arm hit the ground. The psion completed his step as Deitric's spear came from left to right. After completing his step Tres rotated his waist in a counter clockwise turn, bringing his right side forward and his right hand short sword coming up to his right to meet the blade of the brave's spear. A spark of silvery energy roared from Tres's eyes in that moment and silvery blood began to leak from Tres's nose. The psion was digging through the fumes of his own psionic energy and the toll it was taking on him was beginning to display itself as he drifted into his innervated state. Whatever outcome, this battle would be over soon but Tres was confident in his strategy.
_____Something strange would happen as the emerald blade met the head of the spear. One would expect the sound of blades clashing but it did not come. The blade of the khasmins spear tore partially into the body of the emerald blade as if the crystal briefly liquefied. When Khasmins spearhead cut into the center of the emerald blade, the blade hardened in the next instance briefly capturing the spearhead. With the short sword in hand it offered Tres a measure of control over Deitrics weapon. Tres sought to use this control to bring the spear briefly up to his right to expose Deitric's torso. Deitrics spear head could be pulled out of Tres's mind blade or even with the khasmins superior grip with a harsh tug it was possible to even tear Tres's short sword from his grasp. Tres was aware of this and he wasted no time in going for what he believed would be the decisive attack.
_____When the psion's right hand came up to parry and capture the khasmins spear, his left side went back with the twist of his waist. His left hand fingers clutched the net in a tight grip and in the next moment Tres tossed the net forward at Deitrics torso. The net would flair out and stretch perfectly through the short distance as if it were a massive web coming to capture the brave. Because the khasmin led with his left, the center of the net would be around his solar plexus.
_____If the net were to make contact with Deitric, it seemed Tres's strange control over crystal would act. The net would stretch and grab around Deitric's torso and arms as if it were alive. The net attempted to form around Deitric's spear, his body and wrap around to his back. Eventually the net would attempt to connect with itself around Deitrics body to form a cocoon that would squeeze Deitrics limbs against his chest. With its steel like strength Tres hoped that Deitric would not be able to escape.
_____Visibly the dreaded psion seemed to be controlling the net. With his left arm outstretched after the throw, the psychic warrior stumbled backwards a few steps and would eventually fall to the ground on his butt. This would dislodge the khasmins spear from the short sword. Apparently the mental strain that Tres was under was making it difficult to stand. His right hand dropped the short sword as Tres focused with all of his might to mentally control that net and squeeze Deitric into submission. His left hand, clearly damaged with bits of the left arms core exposed would squeeze his left fist as the net squeezed against Deitrics body. Tres's mental vice did not seek to do lasting damage, but he hoped to frighten the khasmin with a grip that would steadily increase with each moment.
PP: 4 [-2] PSIONIC ENERVATION
[Net Construct 1/2]
Alter Crystal [Metacreation]
[Standard - 2 Points]
Tres may interact with other bodies of psionic crystal reasonably within his eyesight. This includes, deep crystal, astral construct material (the material he can metabolize), or any other crystal that is psychically resonate. Tres may interact with this material in several ways. He may absorb the psionic energy stored in these crystals, he may shape the material into any basic object (cube, cylinder, etc). Altering a crystal weakens that crystal. While a crystal shard may last for two post, altering its shape causes it to dissolve after just one. Tres may alter his left arm into any form, however his left arm will not be weakened or damaged by the use of this ability. Shields created with the Alter Crystal ability don't shield as well as the crystal formed with crystal skin. A field of crystal may only be altered into one shape one time, before that crystal dissolves. Tres may only manipulate 8 pounds of crystal at one time.
Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 10:27 pm
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Deitric's spearhead sank into the sword blade as if it were made into a gelatinous mass as the psi-blade reformed around the spear's tip. Something the warrior had seen stone-manipulating opponent's do, but not something he had seen the psion do. The brave's forward movement became a lurch as the spear was yanked from his hands. His right hand's grip had been weakened somewhat from the burns it had received, and the tribesman had been caught off guard by the trick of his opponent's sword.
The black-haired warrior moved to react, but was caught off-balance, his upraised arms pinned by the constricting net of ectoplasm as it wrapped itself around him like an ever-tightening noose. He managed to regain his balance as the son of Sieg took a tumble, trying to move his arms to break free from the net.
The net squeezed tighter - the only thing keeping it from forcing his breath out or causing him any serious pain was the fighter's raw physical power as he strained against the net of psychic energy. Veins bulged in his neck as he flexed outward, warding off the net through sheer bodily strength. He knew, however, that physical resistance wasn't going to break him out. It would only tire him in the long run, and the last thing he needed was to strain himself to exhaustion trying to break free.
Deitric tapped into the latent power within him, baring his teeth as he reached skyward with his power, an invisible spire of electrical conductivity shooting upwards. The sky above the pair of dueling fighters began to darken and grow cloudy with preternatural speed - where there was once only an overcast sky was now a blackened, angry welt of a brooding storm that threatened to burst over the arena. The world rumbled with the roar of thunder, light flashing in the sky as lightning leaped from one swirling cloud to another angrily, as if summoned by the tribesman's rage at being trapped.
A stroke of lightning forked downward from the rolling clouds, striking the tribesman dead in the chest with a resounding KRAKA-THOOM that echoed throughout arena, the flash of light blinding those watching and sending out a billowing circle of sand outward from the warrior's position as if a bomb had been detonated.
The lightning burned away the net, allowing Deitric's straining limbs to rip free of the disintegrating trap. The tribesman roared triumphantly as the lightning met his body as like attracted like, his arms raised in the air as they tore through their prison. The thunder from the lighting strike seemed to echo with his rumbling voice, so that it was Deitric's voice that boomed through the arena, not a thunderclap. Electricity and smoke coiled around his body, and the air smelled like burnt ozone. His mohawk was standing on end again, his face twisted into a snarl.
Deitric lowered his arms as he fell quiet again, regarding his opponent with his glowing, lightning-bright gaze. His face had become even again, as if the outburst had never happened, but his stare was baleful. Tres had managed to trap the tribesman with his net, but the show of force by the brave made it clear that it would take more than that to stop him - perhaps more than Tres could manage.
Rolling his broad shoulders, the fighter motioned wordlessly for his opponent to rise.
CD: 1+3
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Feedback One: Deitric knocks off one CD post between ability usages, one wind-up post from a two or three wind-up ability. In exchange, he immediately takes damage in the form of mild burns on specific areas (hands, usually), mildly ringing ears (enough to be annoying, but not to disorient or deafen) for a single post, and has a 10 % decreased electricity resist for one post.
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Lightning Cast: Deitric throws a bolt of lightning, up to fifty feet away. Causes mild burns, has the force of a stiff kick (enough to knock someone on their a**), mild disorientation for a single post, and partial blindness/blurry vision for a single post. CD: 2, WU: 1.
_____The power of the psions mind strained against the brave's body as Tres mentally squeezed trying to crush deitric. As Deitric strained against the net you could see the veins on Tres's forehead throbbing and his eyes glowing brilliantly with psionic light. Silver hued blood that sparkled as it were strewn with starlight flowed freely from his nose. You could see the spongy bluish core that potruded through the missing protective shards of the psion's left arm throbbed as psionic energy pulsed through him. The egoist's body formed neural connections at every inch of Tres's flesh, making his whole body a big brain for the purposes of manifesting psionic phenomena of this magnitude.
_____For a moment the psion believed that he finally had the willy khasmin. then suddenly Deitric bore his teeth. A column of electricity roared from the suddenly darkened sky, slamming into Deitric through the net that choked his body. The psion felt the mental connection between him and the crystal net suddenly give as the electric power burned through it. Tres's body was visibly thrown by the bright flash of light and by the sudden loss of metacreative resonance. His right hand came up to block his eyes from the flash and failed in keeping himself blinded, if only for a moment. In the next moment following the quick quake as the lightning shook the ground was a kick up of dust that washed over the fallen martial artist.
_____No one would need to ask Tres to rise and continue to fight, he would do so on his own. As Deitric lowered his arms and fell quiet the psychic warrior would already be on the long and arduous path back to his feet. The thought of quitting never passed in Tres's mind and to him this fued between him and the Khasmin would only be over when he decided to stay dead. He rose, with his right hand coming up to his nose to wipe away the silvery blood from beneath his nose. He stumbled halfway and caught himself, while looking up at Deitric whom in his vision had split in twain. Tres's breath's were heavy and for once his mouth was open during this fight.
_____"Heh, You son of a b***h.", Tres said before panting heavily, forcing his body upright. "I should have known. I bring a little taste of the sea with the Retiari...", Tres breath's heavily a few more times, spitting out a wad of saliva that was half formed of Tres's own silvery blood. "...and you bring the sky to match it. Well...Just gonna have to take it back to old faithful."
_____The psychic warrior stood to his full height on rubbery legs. However his gaze steeled upon the khasmin as his jaw shut tight in a smarmy grin and he forced breath out through his blood clogged and his right hand came to wipe away the silvery liquid from his upper lip. These casual but necessary movements transitioned evenly into his orthodox left head kick-boxing stance. His guard was sound as he started off into movement, but gone was the lithe and graceful butterfly like footwork that followed. His steps were now evenly paced and methodical because he needed to try to focus on keeping stable. His body ached all over, pushing his mind to the brink dragged his body along with it.
_____Getting burned out because of his psychic abilities let Tres on to another inadequacy that needed to be correct. As a psion, Tres risked hurting himself by straining his mind too much. In his fierce desire to defeat Deitric, Tres had become his own worst enemy. Often times it was difficult for the psion to become aware of any negative quality of his person. However Deitric was one of the few people to accomplish the feat of humbling him. He needed to figure out a way to train and expand his psionic endurance. However, there was no time to regret and though these thoughts existed Tres did not pause to consider them.
_____With meandering movements that lacked the finesse of Tres's earlier footwork he maintained a lateral movement to his left around Deitric. This was both an attempt to move away from the close edge of the arena and to present an illusive target. The psion remained facing the khasmin as he moved, with his emerald green hawk eyes focused if only a bit weary. The psychic warrior did not dare push forward just yet, knowing that the brave had the advantage of still holding some power in his tank.
