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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:57 pm
We Came To Fight
Em obviously wasn't looking too well, or maybe he was just underestimating Elliot. As stated before, he was one tough hombre, the scientific upgrades made him so. He still had some wits about him, though still missing a few marbles. But even without, he was hungry for this money, like any other man who grew up with holes in their shoes and nothing in their stomachs.
Anyway as he let go of his kama, since physics dictated such* , the hand would continue forward, brushing briefly with Em as he moved, long enough for...
"Bzzzrt-kak-kak!!"
Elliot used the terrain to his advantage, as he had been planning.
A thick ribbon of azure would bridge Elliot's finger tip and Em's body, conveying within it nearly an amp of electricity, nearly deadly for a human, surely paralyzing for the dhamp-something. The energy had been built up as an artificial defense mechanism. There would be no additional pooling, no sensing, at least not until it was too late, jumping between the forms almost automatically, like licking the third rail. It would just be residing in Elliot one second and charging all over Em's soaked body the next, making him foam at the mouth like a rabid dog. Kinda sucks.
Em would convulse, and loose control of his muscles as his body would fry and pop, the scent of burning fabric and flesh hitting Elliot's nose, causeing a smile to curl across his mouth as he began to come out of his shakeyness.
.67 Concussive
.0 - Electricity
{* energy manifests: Regardless of what you think; That has a natural signature that Em’s watching explicitly at the moment.
And if by ‘lol no’ you mean physical science of the brain and kinetic force- then sure? But I figured you kinda understood what was going on by the effects. I gave you the benefit of the doubt; and you failed..}
Apparently instead of convulsing such as what his brain’s abilities should have deduced within those moments of being throat checked with no motor skills, the young man sparked up some electricity that had apparently come from.. no where; nor had it‘s existence been noted at all? Hmmm THE COSMOS BEND TO HIS WILL. As do time space, and physics apparently…
In any case; electricity coursed the dhampir‘s form. Raging through his blood, and forcing the vamp iritic side out naturally due to properties involved within being a energy vampire that literally feeds off various forms of energy for sustenance. Electricity included yes.
Ouch though. Em’s eyes lit with red energy. His body worked at it’s highest capacities to coil if not only the pain, but the electricity itself in it’s devistating path to ravage his nervous system and brain stem. With a roar Em simply did what he had intended and used all of his will power to kick right through the s**t storm, and send his leg crashing across whatever mass of Elliot it could find as the target fell to the ground. [-1 charge]
Needless to say; a preternatural rage filled soccer kick was going to be insanely devastating. Cybernetics or not. Even machines weren’t meant for this kind of wear and tear. Hell; impact itself would bruise Em’s leg undoubtedly.
Still; the banger would get the a** end of it. Being that Em would explode with energy mid-swing. Hierro activated and the rampant field of violent energies sparked into existence nigh instantly to defeat the last of Elliots shock tactic. Adding spontaneous force and manifest kinetic energy to the blow. Also; Em’s surface would be more durable by buff through this technique. Which meant that for the next three or so seconds, he was gona wail this guy into a coma due to superior position; momentum; and durability.
Or so protocol dictated in his red soaked mental eye. If one looked they could see those fangs of his elongated well down out over his lower lip. Betraying his thicker blood line since the electricity assault that lasted all but half-second. Yea. At this point; Em was officially disgruntled.
A mood most folks will avoid with a officer of any caliber.
[0 charges in pool]
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:20 pm
(Seeing as how I've never been hit with a ki blast that shakes my entire body, no, I wouldn't know how my character is supposed to be affected. That's where you're supposed to come in, during your original post though, not one and two posts after the fact.)
Elliot fell to the ground miserably on his hands and knees near his opponent's feet.
Things were bad for him.
The little bullets now felt like bombshells exploding on his back as his head spun, on the inside this was almost literal. His hazy sight flashed in blurs as he struggled to get back to reality. What the ******** happened? He felt a migrane setting in as his sight began to clear and the ringing in his ears died down. He heard the cries of the fans now, the chants, in unison.
"Get up!"
He had never really cared about the on-lookers before, but now he felt a kind of responsibility to them, they who knew nothing of him but shared in his struggle.
"Get up!"
"Get u-RWARRRR"
His eyes snapped open as his daze ended, head turning to face Em, now different in form and strength. He didn't know cops could get more evil looking. Or ugly for that matter. Presumably, it would have taken Em some seconds to efficiently deal with the high amount of electricity put into him, and not only completely avoid injury, but grow stronger/transform and deal a soccer kick. The pocket of time Elliot had to get back in the game. Well, he wasn't entirely there yet, but enough so to react. As the kick came in Elliot right forearm, the one nearest Em, would raise to meet it, shielded in a last minute epidermis of a force akin to the one Elliot had been pumping out all day. The last minute render took the edge off of an attack which probably could have broken the bones clean in two, even with his enhanced bone structure. The construct would falter after the initial impact, flickering out of existence and leave Elliot feeling the results of the follow through, a deep bruise, possibly fracture. It wouldn't be of much use now. The force of the attck knocked him from his hands and knees onto his butt and other hand, close his body, supporting his weight.
From the ground he looked upon Em, a cliche fire burning within his eyes aswell. Concussive force would swell to his optics before a blast similar to the one he had earlier intended would hurtle towards Em's throat, apparently intending to crush the soft tissue. There was something different about the blast however. Em would sense no warning, after leaving his eyes the blast would carry no significant energy signature, possibly catching the man off gaurd as there was no warning but sight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:06 pm
{See if it's designated that's different, though still hard to accomplish, but whatev -benefit of the doubt-. and ja; I'm sorry..I should have really explained the entire science behind it..bad judgment in assuming every body knew what I was doing..Any ho.}
Em realistically couldn't see anything but smoke. Well that and the pure blood rage that was coursing through his mind. Though all in all; his kaoken soccer kick caught something apparently in the mad scuffle.
He didn't have much time to relish. Granted Hierro would be coursing over his form currently, it only protected him so much when he coiled back down and caught the blast to the face. The field would do well to disperse the damage along it's surface; though a blunt strike like that was gona shake Em's world.
His hat flew off as his head reeled back, the man himself sliding a step back in the terrain as he dropped to his other knee. A grunt accented the thud of the man as he landed; and his Hierro wore off within the moment that he ******** word shot through his mind as he attempted to take in a deep breath from his position. Only to find a gang load of smoke; which yielded nothing in the way of energy, stifling the chi rather with it's nasty properties from the electrical assault.
Double ******** officer had dropped both his weapons from the heat they had absorbed in the attack. Both were made of galvanized steel that was totally still in form. Yet smoldering white hot in the rain. It seemed neither of them could use the baton or cuffs for the time being. Probably a good few seconds before anybody in there right mind could even dare to endure that liquid rubber burn and try to wield such a brutal weapon as the white hot baton.
Still; assuming he wasn't converged upon instantly; Em would push himself up off his flat leg and shake off all the pain coursing through his vessel. While doing this he'd begin trudging forward through the smoldering air that was blowing from the area in a rather dramatic fashion for how the vampire emerged.
"I'm so done with you; you little ******** jack in the box.."
Spoken in a very slightly altered tone. Resident piggy now in full stride and ready to demonstrate where he got his nick name from. No more surprises. It was time for face to ground style.
Knuckles even cracked as he clenched his fists at his sides. Not even menace. Simple furry being channeled with careful instinctual practice as vibrational intent zoned in on the target and locked him in the third eyes sites.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:35 am
(K, thought so too.)
Elliot drew a breath of relief as his diversion successfully went into play. Em had been hit with a hologram, rendered to look like his concussive blasts, which is why it could not have been sensed. Pity too, since Em took it to the face. He was expecting a dodge but this worked just as fine, the bright lights the render was composed of would probably have him seeing spots for a few seconds anyway. In addition to the smoke.
As he rose to his feet, the rascal would reach into his pocket and draw his Starburst, a round object made of foggy glass, about the size of a pool cue while a disoriented, and probably pissed Em dealt with the effects of the hologram. He heard nothing but the drop of the hot weapons and the low hiss made by the rain and wet grass hitting their surfaces. Elliot's eyes kept trained on the cloud of smoke swirling infront of him from behind his veil of messy brown hair, now entirely soaked like the rest of his body. Cold and numb.
Before long the wind would pick up again to reveal Em's figure.
turnipsan
"I'm so done with you; you little ******** jack in the box.."
Pope had been called a lot of names in his life, but jack in the box was...new. Elliot would say nothing in rebuttal, merely flip Em the bird with the hand on his damaged arm before his left would whip forward, launching the Starburst at Em's feet, nearly a yard away where it would immediately explode.
"BLOOOOOOM!!!"
In the brief flash of blinding light generated by the bomb a smile could be seen curling on the Cuban's lips.
Often times normal humans, children even, survive land mine blasts with proper medical attention, which Elliot knew tournament officials had on hand. These explosives were slightly more volatile then land mines, what with your average Gaian apparently born with sheet steel skin, but still the aim was limb loss, not death.
Too close for comfort himself, Elliot would render another shield, well, more like wall actually.
"Tick,tick, clack,tick!!"
The barrier would catch the blast along with fragments of earth and the glass the weapon was made of. He could only hope to find a few pieces of Em's leg splattered against it as well.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 8:00 pm
{Oh, and yea; he jus approaching from that small gap. And what is it? Like a two-three foot gap I'm imagining? -input-
-also this will be edited into response- SHIZAM!
Also; I'm prepared to edit; thus why I posted without word from anyone about the main issue here-}
It seemed as though somebody cranked that damn analogous wheel again; and out popped another surprise. The only reason Em was even aware of the object was due to the sound of rain drops breaking off it’s surface and creating a path of noticeable displacement and sound through the air. The dhampir literally had a horrifying slow mow moment as the words left his mouth. Off instinct the officer could gather enough about the thrown object to know he had to get the hell away from wherever it was heading.
Off reflex alone he’d coil his legs and center of gravity down dead in his tracks; only to release the force after falling backward and throwing himself as he pulled his knees up to his body, and crossed his arms in front of his face.
Sure enough it was worth the precaution, though still he was too close, and the force was overwhelming in that respect. Lucky enough his tactic wouldn’t leave him planted to absorb the damage all within a single limb or area. But still; taking that kind of explosive force at basically point blank range- was not going to be pretty.The bomb flared not even eight inches away from the man in gray on his b-line mid-air away from the object. The force struck him full on, ripping first the kinetic wave through his body; then the explosive red hot glass shards that would spray undoubtedly somewhat over his persons.
Clothes tore; kinetic force shook his perception; Pain threatened his nervous systems ability to function at all. Still; the man’s enraged blood wouldn’t let him pass out. No sweet dark blackness to save him from this hell.
Em shot backwards only managing to maintain his position because of how he poised himself before impact. Still; flying back maybe six feet, he'd drop dictated by gravity only to hit the wet grass on his knees and slide for another two to three with pained planted hands in the wet muddy terrain.
-Huff, huff, huff…
Now soaked; bruised; battered, and pierced in various places of his legs and forearms; Resident Piggy soaked up the damage like the glutton for punishment he was. Despite what protocol dictated currently in his minds eye; the dhampir rose up rather quickly. Wincing, and bleeding there hunched all for but half a moment before he straightened fully and spat out a gob of crimson. Red optics pierced the dark arena, staring though the falling sheets of water to zone in once again on the foe.
The storm had been raging this whole while. Now it was picking up into a full nightmare with ice cold rain to prove such as it stung the flesh. The winds reached their peeks of 30 mph; droplets would be pelting both combatants from all directions. Em meant what he said a moment ago; and he just took a grenade point blank to prove his resolution in gaining victory. And of course just like that damn zombie from the movie the bastad just kept coming. Blood running down his arms, and legs in small streams that washed into his clothes with the rain.
If he wasn't converged upon by his foe before he made it to a upright standing position, Em would take a deep breath and soak in some energy from the rain and air before he started forward at that same slow pace.
His human side was showing currently in his stamina. Not to mention his brain was screaming at him about various severely damaged areas that weren’t getting any better thanks to his indomitable drive.
Hell; he had to be running on will power alone at this point. Arguably; that might as well have been the case. What with the screaming of the crowd, over the cracks of thunder in the distance. Still; over all of this it was more then likely that no one even knew why he continued on in the face of this circus.
'Not gona lay down like a dog who needs to be shot..
This would be the phrase pumping through his mind at light speed during the whole ordeal. Giving him drive and focus to push through all the pain and obstacles that had been set out nicely before him.
There was nothing in this world quite like a man with something to prove..The devil himself repsects this quality in mortals.
[*Pending-charges in pool]
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 10:30 pm
Elliot dropped the barrier he had created, it's usefulness proven all-in-all, in so far as physical damage. The 'boom' of the explosion had left a ringing in his ears that only severed to stir his headache further. Gritting his teeth he glanced at the ground below him to notice Santa hadn't left any body parts under the Christmas tree.
"Mierda!" ("s**t!")
He could feel frustration and worry swirling in his gut, the mixture soon bubbling into anger. He didn't know how Em had emerged from his attack in one piece, but Elliot was determined to change it, and end this fight.
His right hand painfully dug into his pocket to retrieve a second explosive, holding it as best he could in his shaky grip. Blood had begun to pool beneath the limb's unbroken skin, creating a deep purple bruise halfway down his forearm, though he had no time to listen to the demands for attention it sent up his nerves. Before long Elliot would be bursting from the smoke cloud and powder fumes, his long legs clearing the crater of dry earth exposed by the explosion. The shield had robbed him of most of his reserved energy, leaving him enough for a considerably weak beam, or shield. He didn't even waste a second to charge, figuring it would be fruitless to enter a charging race with Em, he learned his lesson the first time. The best he could do was prevent Em from getting his.
With a kamikaze grin playing on his lips and the harsh winds propelling him forward, Elliot's mud caked sneakers ate the distance between the men. With the fury of a rampant bull the Latin man came upon his foe, tossing a right hook, pulling his left back as he torqued. The hit would come to Em's left temple as he rose, before his charge that was. Elliot wouldn't ignite the bomb as close to himself as he previously was, doubtful that he could generate a shield strong enough to take the punishment. No longer able to form a proper fist, he aimed to use the sphere's hard, glass like shell as a substitute. Though slightly slower than it should be, if the hit connected the blow would be nasty.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 10:52 pm
Thunder boomed. The crowd roared for the brutal spectacle. Em caught a blow to his temple full on. To say that the man had taken some punishment so far; was an understatement. Still; as he was, the shot could only do so much more. His vision shook black for the entire millisecond that it took for the concussive force to ring through his abnormally thick skull. Still; hopefully Elliot hadn’t forgot the pure rage coursing this man’s being, soul, and brain currently.
Before Em could even see really; before elliot’s blow had fully setttled, a pale angry right arm would shoot forward and lock a kung fu grip around the bangers throat. Fingers wrapping cleanly and forcefully with the blow itself so that the officer could take a forced painful step forward and full on lift his target off the ground. Catching him dead in his momentum as it where.
Yes; absorbing the force fully, and countering such with a healthy dose of his own. Obviously preternatural faculties were at fault within the man‘s insane ability at using a rickety body to such a feat. Obviously he was hurt. Hurt bad. Yet still; just as soon as he lifted the kid up, he’d drop him while jolting forward for a full on controlled collision of skulls. His obviously at this point proving to be the thicker.
If all this came to fruition as planned, Gravity was being used against the target in the way that whatever he did, he was getting skull bashed at angles dictated by Em. Granted it was gona hurt them both. The officer was already blocking out 99.0% of the pain that he was currently ‘feeling’. This was simply brutal resourcefulness in the face of being nearly crippled on his feet.
Still his phrase roared through his mind. It seemed any actual plan of tactic was abandoned at this point for instinctual animosity. All he could do was scrap with the kid and hope that he himself was just as tough as he’d been lead to believe. In any case; the crowd was loving this.
Electricity, grenades, and lasers; Oh my..
[*0 charges in pool]
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:20 pm
((I'm limiting the use of the Starburst to once per match, Came. Though I did approve the item since it's not as powerful as a standard grenade, I'm limiting it mainly because of its instant properties.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 3:57 pm
(Fair enough, I wasn't planning on exploding it again, just using it as a blunt force object.)
Before he could even enjoy the pain of his strike, Elliot felt Em's hard grip on his throat
"Ugk..erg"
He muttered between coughs as he struggled to breath. Looking at Em, the detirmination in his eyes was evident. He was ******** serious, as was El. The Starburst would roll off his fingertips as he lost his wet grip, only to replace it on Em's choking wrist. In a way this move didn't shock him much. In his days back in The Yard, such attacks were common, taking an opponent's hit only to counter with something stronger while they were left open. Dirty, but always effective. He often caught the bad end of this deal in spars against his brother in fact, as this was his style too. This lead Elliot to always expect it in the back of his head, and plan a step ahead, a counter to the counter. This stray mutt had one tooth left.
What happened next would either win the match or just piss Em the ******** off. He hoped for both.
"Puttoo!"
As he felt his heels lift from the ground Elliot would retaliate. Mustering any air he could, Elliot would 'hawk' a glob of spit at Em, hopefully hitting his eyes or in between them. This would cause him to blink just long enough for...
"Fwip"
A sized 12 canvas sneaker would snap kick forward, hoping to leave a muddy foot print on Em's groin before...
"SHINKT!!"
Elliot's left hand that had went to his waist during his strike tinged in anticipation of attack, feeling the familiar leather grip of the ninjato still at his hip. He would quick draw the weapon upwards, sliding out of its katana sheath and hopefully into Em's chocking arm at the elbow.
Musashi himself once that it was was false to die a blade undrawn. If Em were to defeat Elliot, it would be against every weapon and trick in his arsenal, Elliot would essentially be letting him win otherwise, and this banger wouldn't be giving the cop any slack anytime soon.
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