Single Thread RP The Terra

[Fluxxation]

Fragment responds to this by summoning both of their knives.
"If you want to get beaten up that badly..."
*=)*
"Then I'll gladly join this battle."
Roxas backs away a bit, less from Arentine and more from Fragment.

He snickers gleefully, pupils flitting over to them hungrily.

“Excellent! So, are you just going to keep up the word game, or do something beyond that?”

He raises a hand beckoningly, his smile deepening.

Song, absolutely not expecting a cyclone from behind, gets blown forward and right into the armbar.
And yet, barely even missing a beat, Song twists in a sort of backflip as her head recoils from the armbar, landing on her feet, not really...dazed, surprisingly (D20: 2).

Song then backs off again, hand flitting to her katana.
...
She pauses, taking a moment to inspect Arentine's armor for chinks she could exploit with her bare hands or her sheathed blade (D20: 7), blade hand wavering.
<...What...>

(17) Eyes snapping back to watch her movements and gaze, he raises a foot and stomps heavily, a whirlwind of debris and visible winds both obscuring her vision, and potentially showering her with annoying dirt and stones, forcing some distance. (6)

Might as well, it won't hurt.
Ossea grabs the tinkered gun, of course the obvious telltale that it doesn't have any ammo is the mag container being in wrong shape and the firing part being far too rough as well.
She extends her hand and flicks her fingers close to her, as in to tell Arentine to try and fight her.
Okay, so... he comes in, I strike back. Should work.

He tilts his head curiously, squinting a bit.

“Oh? I’ll bite…”

He raises a hand to his side, then flicking violently up. A potent whirl of winds sweeps from all around Ossea, tossing them into the air if successful. (18) Regardless, he then slams the same hand down through the air, a downwards blast of wind either blowing them heavily into the dirt, or, if still anchored on the ground, likely knocking them off balance. (7)

 

[Esther]

He snickers gleefully, pupils flitting over to them hungrily.

“Excellent! So, are you just going to keep up the word game, or do something beyond that?”

He raises a hand beckoningly, his smile deepening.

Without saying anything, Fragment creates and throws three fireballs at Arentine, all charged with dark energy, before dashing at him to attempt a slash with both knives.
(Just in case you forgot, Fragment's knives have strong armor-piercing, so either take 6 off the armor boost (or 3 if you choose to use D10 against me, I don't mind) or take it directly off the roll only if the roll already failed (aka, if it's below half then you add the penalty, but above half needs no penalty) if you prefer to handle armor that way instead.)

 

[Vella]

(19, 3)
Arentine probably didn't know how aware was Ossea of her surroundings through the whirl, digging her toe claws into ground to avoid being tossed about. Somehow. Regardless, she then stumbles forwards to him due to downdraft. She seems to recover quickly because of how she wasn't launched upwards.
[Flinched: Cannot attack]
"...more than you can chew, right?" She smiles, before (8) stabilizing her steps, just barely. She doesn't have enough initiative to strike... yet.

 

[Green_Metaknight]

Nothing really happens, except that specific skeleton wakes up again, now walking to a spot, seemingly wanting to protect Birdius from something.

Solian watches the skeleton, keeping a bit of distance.

"No need."
Birdius IV walks over to the chest, standing right next to it, and places 8 Iron Ore around it and himself. Theoretically an attack could slip between the blocks to hit him, but only at a few very precise angles. An attack would need to destroy blocks or go through them to hit him like this.
He then waits for the sound of bones walking.

 

[Banana_=P]

He snickers gleefully, pupils flitting over to them hungrily.

“Excellent! So, are you just going to keep up the word game, or do something beyond that?”

He raises a hand beckoningly, his smile deepening.


(17) Eyes snapping back to watch her movements and gaze, he raises a foot and stomps heavily, a whirlwind of debris and visible winds both obscuring her vision, and potentially showering her with annoying dirt and stones, forcing some distance. (6)

Song backs off some more (D20: 12) on light feet, taking a deep breath to calm herself and focus, continuing to search for a chink in Arentine's armor (D20: 9)...
<Can't they handle themselves?>
<I don't...>

 

[Fluxxation]

Without saying anything, Fragment creates and throws three fireballs at Arentine, all charged with dark energy, before dashing at him to attempt a slash with both knives.
(Just in case you forgot, Fragment's knives have strong armor-piercing, so either take 6 off the armor boost (or 3 if you choose to use D10 against me, I don't mind) or take it directly off the roll only if the roll already failed (aka, if it's below half then you add the penalty, but above half needs no penalty) if you prefer to handle armor that way instead.)

(D10, 6, 9, 1, 9 - 3 = 6, 3 - 3 = 0) With flourish of one of his hands to the side, a whirlwind engulfs him for a second or so, extinguishing two of the oncoming fireballs in a moment. The third slams into his torso armor, causing him to bend back a bit, looking down with a smirk at the burn marks on the metal.

Hands loosely at his sides, he pivots back, evading the first dagger’s reach, but being caught along the upper thigh, near a gap in the armor, with the other. It carves a nice gash. Not quite ripping the armor open, but buckling it a bit.. it’s serious iron.

Now up close and personal, he uses his height and length to his advance, diving in to grab at their head with a hand, and if successful, hurling them away with a whirl of wind, likely sending them sprawling.

“Come on now… there’s far more of you than there are of me!”

He hefts a fist high, looking up at it with his mouth agape in a huge grin. Winds loudly trace around the gauntlet, a maelstrom of wind condensed into a brutally small space, whirling tightly.

He then slams this fist into the ground with a grunt, a huge, outward push of wind engulfing the area, a wall of dust and debris thrown up at everyone. (9)

Song backs off some more (D20: 12) on light feet, taking a deep breath to calm herself and focus, continuing to search for a chink in Arentine's armor (D20: 9)...
<Can't they handle themselves?>
<I don't...>

(5) Before this though, Song.. really can’t seem to find all that many exploitable points. The armor is thick and layered, his cape obscures his entire back, and he moves too quickly to get a read on chinks.

There is an obvious weak point.. his exposed head, adorned by his long white hair, and his sinister metal crown.

 

[Asternove]

He lazily extends a hand for head scritches.. such visible affection is.. odd. He’s not usually so keen on appearing friendly.


“The surviving locals mentioned this place, and its residents, were suddenly obliterated.”

“I wish it was my doing, I really do.. but I’m afraid it isn’t. Your guess as to what decimated this town is as good as mine.”

“… though.. if we do find the perpetrator to be… exceptionally gifted.. I wouldn’t mind them being left to me. I’m sure I can handle it.”


“Didn’t I just tell you? Perhaps you weren’t paying attention. I’m simply here to look for anything I might bring back to my empire, when I inevitably return home.”

“Perhaps.. you all might know where some.. high value individuals.. reside.. hmm? Hmhmhm..”

His pupils are little more than dots, a wide, unsettling smile piercing his thin lips.

(Bright has a distrustful look in his eyes.)

The tyrant’s white eyebrows furrow, his grin slowly turning to a neutral frown.

“A ‘pig humanoid’. Might I ask where you pull this intuition from? I am rather curious as to the merit of your intel…”

“… if, however, you are correct.. I offer my aid. My conditions, however, are these.”

He raises a fist, flicking up his index finger.

“First, I am to land the killing blow.”

His middle finger flicks up to join it.

“Second, the corpse is mine to do with as I please.”

He raises his ring finger, tilting his head towards his hand, eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly.

“And third, you will question nothing.. simply remaining grateful for my help.”

He leans back a bit, crossing his arms now, a thin smile returning to his face.

“If you can’t allow me any of those.. you might as well walk away… and I hope we don’t come to impasse as to the fate of this culprit.. I don’t want any of you to get.. hurt. Hmhm..”

(He turns to Xueqing, serious.) “I wouldn’t trust—“

Xueqing remains cautious and silent.

After a bit…

“…I guess.”

Nothing really happens, except that specific skeleton wakes up again, now walking to a spot, seemingly wanting to protect Birdius from something.

“…nevermind then.”

He claps his hands in a small motion, his grin widening as his eyes shut gleefully.

“Excellent! There’s just one more thing - ”

He slowly starts undoing his utility belt, shoulder sling, and back holster, his various weapons clattering loudly to the ground.

He bends his knees, wind whirling around him as he rolls his neck, it cracks loudly..
And suddenly, he’s gone, the ground around where he once stood fluttering at a sudden burst of wind…

… he’s in the air, falling fast, a gauntlet-covered fist punching down at Lin as he falls. (10)

Spoiler: SPARRING THEME - TYRANT KING ARENTINE

“-To see if you’re even worth my time!”

“I KNEW IT!” (He materializes his six shooter, ready for battle.)

 

[Vella]

(4)
Somewhere, a grunt of pain is heard. After that, a trip and a fall while she tries to do something. She planned to jump high, but too much dust had been stuck in her feathers for that to work (nat 1)

 

[Esther]

Now up close and personal, he uses his height and length to his advance, diving in to grab at their head with a hand, and if successful, hurling them away with a whirl of wind, likely sending them sprawling.

(D10: 1)
(Remind Esther to not use the die that is off-balance and more likely to roll a 1.)
The grab and throw both work amazingly, sending Fragment flying. They hit the ground pretty hard a decent distance away from the battle.
A 3 appears above them... only to then flicker and disappear not even a second later.
(For the time being, no damage numbers are to appear for any of my characters. Just personal preference.)
(If I ever add someone like Colin, they'll be allowed to have damage numbers due to their status as in-universe testers.)
(Health left: 7.5 Points)

He then slams this fist into the ground with a grunt, a huge, outward push of wind engulfing the area, a wall of dust and debris thrown up at everyone. (9)

Fragment is currently out of range of this attack.

 

[MoultonLava]

Wha-!?!
(He places his statue down [25/100], and prepares to attack if need be.)

 

[Vella]

“I KNEW IT!” (He materializes his six shooter, ready for battle.)

(Forgot a 9 from Arentine against Bright.)

 

[Banana_=P]

(5) Before this though, Song.. really can’t seem to find all that many exploitable points. The armor is thick and layered, his cape obscures his entire back, and he moves too quickly to get a read on chinks.

There is an obvious weak point.. his exposed head, adorned by his long white hair, and his sinister metal crown.

<...His head, of all things.>
<For a zombie with no organs, or a skeleton, that'd be fair.>
<But of course, nothing is as easy as that.>

(D10, 6, 9, 1, 9 - 3 = 6, 3 - 3 = 0) With flourish of one of his hands to the side, a whirlwind engulfs him for a second or so, extinguishing two of the oncoming fireballs in a moment. The third slams into his torso armor, causing him to bend back a bit, looking down with a smirk at the burn marks on the metal.

Hands loosely at his sides, he pivots back, evading the first dagger’s reach, but being caught along the upper thigh, near a gap in the armor, with the other. It carves a nice gash. Not quite ripping the armor open, but buckling it a bit.. it’s serious iron.

Now up close and personal, he uses his height and length to his advance, diving in to grab at their head with a hand, and if successful, hurling them away with a whirl of wind, likely sending them sprawling.

“Come on now… there’s far more of you than there are of me!”

He hefts a fist high, looking up at it with his mouth agape in a huge grin. Winds loudly trace around the gauntlet, a maelstrom of wind condensed into a brutally small space, whirling tightly.

He then slams this fist into the ground with a grunt, a huge, outward push of wind engulfing the area, a wall of dust and debris thrown up at everyone. (9)

Song, meanwhile...trying to capitalise on Arentine focusing someone else down, dashes at him from behind, blade removed from her belt, but with the sheath still on the blade.

Not expecting the dust / debris wall to also be aimed at her, Song simply...opts to just power through the attack, receiving several cuts for her reckless move (D20: 4) but nonetheless pushing forward, going in for a forceful downwards blow aimed at Arentine's head. Even without the blade being removed from its sheath, it seems the blade makes a decent...club. (D20: 13)

 

[Asternove]

(Forgot a 9 from Arentine against Bright.)

{sorry… having trouble focusing. Just got home, on mobile, probably leaving again soon…}

[7] (Bright is scratched by debris, droplets of crimson blood escaping his right arm.)

 

[Fluxxation]

Song, meanwhile...trying to capitalise on Arentine focusing someone else down, dashes at him from behind, blade removed from her belt, but with the sheath still on the blade.

Not expecting the dust / debris wall to also be aimed at her, Song simply...opts to just power through the attack, receiving several cuts for her reckless move (D20: 4) but nonetheless pushing forward, going in for a forceful downwards blow aimed at Arentine's head. Even without the blade being removed from its sheath, it seems the blade makes a decent...club. (D20: 13)

(2) And the sheathed blade reams across the side of his face… stopping against his cheek, as if Song’s hit a brick wall. He gazes down with narrowed eyes.

“Really? Still sheathed? Don’t tell me I evoke your pity… that’ll never do. If you can’t draw your blade against someone threatening you, what worth are you to a team anyways?”

He raises a hand calmly and flicks his fingers towards Song, a potent torrent rushing around, and between him, aiming to send her flying away. (20)

A small, barely noticeable trail of shining crimson dribbles down the nostril on the side his head was hit. He wipes it away with his thumb.

 

[MoultonLava]

Gtg for a while

 

[Vella]

(2) And the sheathed blade reams across the side of his face… stopping against his cheek, as if Song’s hit a brick wall. He gazes down with narrowed eyes.

“Really? Still sheathed? Don’t tell me I evoke your pity… that’ll never do. If you can’t draw your blade against someone threatening you, what worth are you to a team anyways?”

He raises a hand calmly and flicks his fingers towards Song, a potent torrent rushing around, and between him, aiming to send her flying away. (20)

A small, barely noticeable trail of shining crimson dribbles down the nostril on the side his head was hit. He wipes it away with his thumb.

Getting up again, Ossea overhears it, and after getting delayed two times, attempts to club at the groin of Arentine with her tinker (11; unlike other attacks, melee attacks with pistols do not get the +5 buff to accuracy); certainly not a weak attempt either considering her bleeding torso (d20 = 10 as base 'exhaustion' damage if it connects)
" around, find out." She calmly states despite the injuries.

 

[Orchamut]

He lazily extends a hand for head scritches.. such visible affection is.. odd. He’s not usually so keen on appearing friendly.

Her ears perk up happily.

Orizilth has slithered over to the sidelines, standing on her hind legs and holding two of the sacs grown on her tail as pom-poms to cheer the king on.

 

[Fluxxation]

Getting up again, Ossea overhears it, and after getting delayed two times, attempts to club at the groin of Arentine with her tinker (11; unlike other attacks, melee attacks with pistols do not get the +5 buff to accuracy); certainly not a weak attempt either considering her bleeding torso (d20 = 10 as base 'exhaustion' damage if it connects)
" around, find out." She calmly states despite the injuries.

(6) There’s a loud clanging as the firearm hits armor beneath Arentine’s metal and fabric-kilted belt and metal-adorned loincloth. Seems he has a large pelvic armor guard as well beneath the obscuring robes. It obviously still hurts though.

He grunts quietly, looking down.

“Indeed!”

“I do commend you for the thought, it’s good to know not all of you feel obligated to be so merciful! I’m glad my future teammates can dish out the pain!”

Hefting his leg back, he then attempts a brutal front-kick, without the boosting of any air, to their chin, hoping to lay them out flat. It’s pretty telegraphed, but at the same time, immensely painful if it hits, given Arentine’s huge metal boots and greaves. (15)

Her ears perk up happily.

Orizilth has slithered over to the sidelines, standing on her hind legs and holding two of the sacs grown on her tail as pom-poms to cheer the king on.

He looks over and waves with his wrist, his other hand on his waist, grinning broadly.

“That, right there folks, is a good teammate! You all should be taking notes!”

 

[Vella]

(10)
Ossea, despite getting kicked to her chin, seems to avoid getting too badly hurt (emphasis on 'too badly', it's still quite bad)... well, apart from her spinning in air, then rolling like a ragdoll to the ground a few times. Only to Xueqing and Bright, the numbers would look like this:

275
39
39
33
31
25

[HP (only visible to the duo of Starlings)): 1372/2380]
She gets up, and cleans herself off the dust. "Ow... that... really did hurt." Then, she prepares to do a jumping attack.
[Preparing: Since she's smaller, she needs an additional turn to strike at head.]

 

[Banana_=P]

(2) And the sheathed blade reams across the side of his face… stopping against his cheek, as if Song’s hit a brick wall. He gazes down with narrowed eyes.

“Really? Still sheathed? Don’t tell me I evoke your pity… that’ll never do. If you can’t draw your blade against someone threatening you, what worth are you to a team anyways?”

He raises a hand calmly and flicks his fingers towards Song, a potent torrent rushing around, and between him, aiming to send her flying away. (20)

A small, barely noticeable trail of shining crimson dribbles down the nostril on the side his head was hit. He wipes it away with his thumb.

Song is absolutely blown back into a tree, coughing out some blood from the sheer force of the impact (D20: 7).
She slides down, fallilng onto a knee, taking some deep breaths to regather her sense, presumably a bit dazed after that massive blow she just took.

<...Worth..?>
<...Hmph...>
<What would you know...>