Counter the Attack above You

The only off setting thing to the battle was the fact Alix was being attacked by a giant turtle, and that was weird. Other than that Alix had to respect his foes moves. It was obvious to all that the fighter had skill by the way he flipped forward through the air. Had Alix blinked he would have missed the move completely and subsequently been knocked unconscious or even killed. But Alix was no slouch to fighting and was ready to prove it. In the split seconds it took for Midknighter's kick to reach Alix's temple he had readied himself by raising his shield to protect him. The effect being the full force of the kick was deflected off and Alix remained unharmed.

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In retaliation Alix began by putting distance between him and his adversary with several flawlessly executed back flips. After four of them he now stood fifty yards away on an uninhabited beach. With a quick flex of his hand he drew his fully loaded Beretta and began unloading the full clip. Although Alix was not the greatest of shots he was good enough to hit any object that close with the greatest of ease.

Man Phrygus hated being pulled into fighting tournaments of vagueness. He had no idea where he was, no idea who he was fighting, or even what he was doing. All he knew was that there was some kinda round robin brawl going on around him, a bunch of humanoids, and that it was way too hot in here. Oh and that someone was starting to shoot at him with a handheld chemically propelled slug thrower.

Forcing himself down as he imperceptibly coalesced the water vapour in the atmosphere to his location, and very perceptibly drew in large stores of actual water, ripping it from pipes, coolers, sinks, bottles, anything. Frozen Oxygen and Nitrogen was nice and all, but actual ice would be much better at intercepting the round as he rapidly formed it into a pillar in front of him, the process ending just as the bullets reached his face, encasing them in a column of ice.

"Aw hell naw, you did not just shoot that lead shit at me." Phrygus growled as he began drawing the very heat out of the air and ground, temperatures plummeting to near absolute zero as he stilled all energy, creating an outward expanding nova of frost so cold that the very air solidified in a hemispherical burst while the alien himself hopped up and created a frozen trail in the sky, traversing forward on his ice path like some kind of ice man as he looked to see if his frost nova had worked, circling around like a vast bird of prey.

The jade princess of shadows was caught unaware as a ongoing conflict was taking place all around herself, she was engrossed in herself as she had just had her nails painted by professionals of the trade. Her affections are short lived however as a burst of freakishly cold temperature blasts over her, there is a biting feeling, as her soft delicate form is frozen almost instantly. She has no choice now but to take on her demon armor form, the ice cracks as Serinah's once soft fleshy body morphs into a chaotic manifestation of dread, her Uni Presence abilities form her body into a living weapon of legendary yolk. The coldness of empty space void of anything would matter not in this form, she is fully protected from the ongoing assault. "Enough!" Her voice rumbles like thunder, as her right arm extends, casting the Choas Qi wave attack, this Qi energy waves outwards and engulfs the radius of the expanding frozen nove, then it reacts and reverses the effects causing an equal but reverse exchange. The severe coldness, becomes explosive heat instead, causing the near zero to become almost as equal to that but in reverse. The Qi energy around that area however protects the outside world from the severe heat effectively shielding the rest of the matter from the insane heat.

Alix watched as his enemy raised his hand with no weapon within it. This was always a bad sign. He didn't know what was coming next but in cases like this it was going to be trouble. Alix reveled in the good old days where men fought with guns, an art lost on this world or found unnecessarily. But being a soldier meant being ready to face anything thrown at you and overcome it. With his shield at the ready he stood strong in the faith of his abilities. Then the enemies attack took hold.

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In seconds the air around him turned unbearably hot, Not just uncomfortably hot but flesh burning off your skin hot. The was no time to react, Alix's next move was the difference between life and death. The was no possible way he could fight the heat his only hope was to get out of there immediately. With a thought he activated his teleportation devise and simply vanished from sight. Then in less than a split second he rematerialized right behind his adversary within striking distance.

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The way Alix's teleporter works is with out making any sights or sound, making it almost impossible for an enemy to be aware of it's action. It simply moves matter from one place to another. Now standing with a tactical advantage, Alix opened his palm face up with his fingers pointing outwards. Then with a swift stroke, at speeds of above peak human skill, and strength, Alix chopped at his opponents exposed neck, It was a common assault but a devastating one at the same time. Either it would or would not work, all Alix knew was from the intense heat he would have to spend a day or two in his Med-Lap.

Bump

Roland's tachyon based neural mapping showed him Alix's plan as it materialized in Alix's mind. Teleport to a flanking position and strike. Inwardly Roland winced; against nearly anyone else that would be a fatal strike. Absent his move reading abilities it would have killed Roland were he stood.

He jerked his head to the left. It was almost enough; Alix's speed was very nearly too much for Roland and his hand smashed into the Strigidae's armored shoulder with staggering force. The Arcani grunted in pain as he dived into a roll away from his opponent.

Rising smoothly to his feet he carries his momentum into a flying kick, targeting his foes solar plexus with enough force to shatter concrete.

noticing the huge battle happening arround him the otaku emperor was super excited as the flying kick came at him the emperor dodged using a move picked up from his favorite kung fu movie.he then targeted his opponent and deployed a focused laser plast that could cut through steal from his ray gun

Jason's pulse raised as his heart beat faster. To him there was nothing more exciting than a strait up gun fight. His enemy was armed with a ray gun strait out of a sci-fi movie. It was a powerful weapon in the right hands however when going up against Backstabber it was a mere toy. He had already seen his enemy draw the weapon and at moment he knew where the shot was aiming. In this case it was a random shot filled with more power than accuracy making it an easy one to avoid. With slightly above peak human speed Jason began charging his adversary head on. It may have looked like a foolish move but Jason had already seen how it would end. As predicted the enemy pulled the trigger releasing a blast of pure energy but at the moment it was about to destroy Jason, his own trajectory placed him just one inch to the left of the ray.

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Normally Jason would be patting his own back after such a feat, but the fact was he was a little pissed that someone just took a shot at him. Ready to dispense a little pay back he pulled forth, four razor sharp knives from his belt and began juggling them in the air, with one hand. “You want to see a trick? Check this one out then.” There was nothing special about the act, it was no more impressive than any other juggler would do but it did have a purpose. As his opponents eyes where fixated upon the threating knives Jason used his left hand to draw his side gun. In one fluid motion, taking less than a second, his gun was pulled from his hip and fired of six shots each aimed perfectly at his adversary in four different areas. Two aimed for his head, two for his heart, one for his throat and the last, Jack's favorite....his balls. Putting in to account Jason speed at drawing a gun is far above peak human speed, and his aim is even better he felt positive that even if a opponent could avoid one of the shots, he would not be able to avoid them all.

Web Flotsam was enjoying the carnage from a nearby computer, when to its surprise one of the combatants turned to focus on him. He began to juggle knifes, drawing Web's attention to their movement and distracting it from the drawing of the gun. The bullets flew, and Web was mildly surprised to realize it had been shot at. Quickly it teleported to another computer across the street and watched the bullets tear its previous viewing post to shreds. Instead of being angry, Web Flotsam was amused. These fighters were bold. It flew off into the upper atmosphere and pointed out a finger, releasing a stream of pure data. The data formed into a small sun that instantly began tearing the planet apart and burning its atmosphere away. Web retreated to see how these interesting people handled this turn of events with a digital grin on its face.

Fire burns but the fire is taken along with the bear into a new plane where collateral damage will be minimized from the actual plane of earth, but the damage is carried over to this one instead. The very ground that the bear is on became glass and fur combust into a veil of flame, the searing pain stung deep into the very flesh of the grizzly bear. With a raise of a paw and the downward swing of a claw, four slicing vertical phenomenas drew a line that stretched past the nuclear ball. Four cuts that dissipated the construct that materialized into reality as the bear remained in its average form, although with a lack of fur and browned flesh.

The bear returned into the regular plane after damage prevention is done and lied down to recover after the heat onslaught.

ogar waits for an attack but nothing comes so he does a spinning slash with enough force behind it to break through shielda and slash through armor on the next opponent he sees

Blades slash, but are caught by the tendrils of Octavius's other half, which throw the blades away like nothing. The suit forms around him, and he leaps at the next opponent. Silver tendrils burst from the suit, razor sharp and dense. They seek to skin the enemy, and then rip him apart like diced lettuce.

Web Flotsam had limited his powers to compete with these mortals. Seeing the swiss army knife running towards him, he wondered if this was a good idea. He pointed his finger and surrounded the charging foe with a massive circular wall that stretched upwards into the sky. Turning to his next opponent, he quickly searched all available databases before constructing an alternate version of them who's very intent on killing off their real-life counterpart.

Fingers around his wrist, quick twist, brutal thrust from free arm, elbow splintered.

Slight side-step to create space, step beneath deadly roundhouse kick, flawless twin legged sweep, opponent grounded.

Hands upon temple, knees pinning body down, thumbs into eye sockets, blinded.

Assault got to his feet, spitting at his pale reflection and wiping a bead of sweat off of his brow before unleashing a single fatal arrow at his true adversary.

SamJaz twisted, letting the arrow hit his shoulder, where his armour was at its thickest, and then used the momentum to push his other arm forwards, hurling a hatchet back at his opponent while spewing flames from his hand to follow the axe.

The ancient crusaders hand snaps up and the hatchet thumps into his grasp. He doesn't smile, his weathered features could have been carved out of a mountain; etched with the blade of time; burdened under the weight of history. Tongues of fire reach for him, the burning hands of hell given form. Their jealous fingers find him not; he becomes intangible and mocks the grave with indifference as primal fire roars through the ghost of his body.

Amaranth walks to his foe. Seven feet of mutant muscle, nanocarbon armor, war scarred titanium and a two meter blade of adamantium. He becomes tangible and snaps his fingers.

Eight hundred and fifty seven oxygen atoms crack. The sky transforms into a configuration of thermonuclear fire. Hell comes to earth.

Art no. 63 of the Nuclear Pulse Fencing style, 'weak force' soft binding

Lynx turns the thermonuclear flames into a firestorm vortex and manipulated the power with a swing of his sword, his unique style learned from the reactors overseas. Martial arts does not necessarily need to be inspired from nature as technology itself can also bring forth innumerable gates of knowledge. It is the blade that has conquered the sun, one of the six that he made with that 'gift' a metal that endures. A sword fit for him, a wet blade that cuts through the hottest butter.

Downward swing from his distance created a bladewave from the pressure and the force exerted from the sword movement, it drags a canyon with its travel.

Alix prepared himself by trying to predict his enemies next attack. It was obvious that it would come from his opponents blade, as it appeared to be the villains primary weapon. If that were all to it, Alix was confident his trusty shield would be enough to counter any incoming swing. But instead the opponent stood a fair distance away and yet still swung the blade with deadly intent. As he did, a gust of wind began flowing across the battlefield followed by a perpetual canyon spreading across the ground. It was a double threat closing in on Alix and closing in fast. Alix was outclassed and he knew it. Maybe he could cloak himself behind his shield to avoid the wind but that wouldn't help against the canyon, or maybe he could jump over the canyon but then he would be hit by the wind.

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Alix did have one other option, he could teleport away to safety, but ever since he landed on this blue rock he had been using it as a crutch. He had forgotten the old ways when a soldier fought with his wits not his technology. Alix was determined to prove that he still was that man and within second before the assault hit him, he made his move. First he began by charging head on in to the storm with a battle cry of “Black Star!” echoing across the field. Next he held his shield at a tilted angle in front of his face in attempt to create a temporary wind resister. Together these acts gave Alix just enough time to reach the incoming canyon safely as it reached his feet. Then at that exact moment the soldier from another world, Alix, jumped fearlessly into the growing canyon. But as a valiant soldier would, he had a plan and in effect. As he fell in he used all his strength to slam his shield deep within the side of the canyon, placing the shield half in half out. As it now stood, Alix could safely hang on to it, as the blade wave passed harmlessly over his head.

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Once safe Alix ripped his shield out from the wall and with one perfectly executed swing leaped himself out of the canyon ready for round two with his opponent. The two of them now stood deep within a thick forest of trees as far as the eye could see. Alix pulled his shield arm back like a cocked gun, then followed through with a hip turn and shoulder jerk launching his shield forward. But instead of aiming directly at his opponent Alix aimed at several of the large trees surrounding him. His goal was to send his shield at one tree with enough force to chop it down and still have enough force to move on to another. In effect his enemy would find himself surrounded by several falling trees, all coming down on him, with weight, speed and all at the same time.

Hellwings stood snarling, uncertain of why he was here. All he knew was that there was killing to be done and he would do it. Before he could get started, his ears were assaulted with the sound of several trees getting snapped in half, one after the other in short succesion. Realizing they were falling towards him, he lunged at the last to be hit and shoved it aside to get through, letting the remaining trees fall behind him. Enraged and uncertain of what attacked him, he grabbed the nearest fighter by the throat and blasted their face with hellfire.

@web_flotsam:

The demons speed was amazing. Even before Alix could speak the enemy had closed the distance between then and grabbed him tightly around the throat. From the shear strength of the monsters arm Alix was already gargling and unable to speak. With the lack of oxygen reaching his brain, he could already feel himself getting drowsy, as the life essence was slowly being choked out of him. Alix was truly out of his league. At best he was a supreme soldier but this demon he was fighting was a hell spawn. Alix was easily outclassed in both speed and strength, his only hope was to rely on skill. But just before he was about to counter strike, he picked up the faint hint of brimstone in the air.

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Immediately Alix knew what was coming next. During his years on this planet he had researched extensive files on Earth's habitats ranging from animals, to mortals, to metahumans, to mutants, to aliens and even Biblical lore. Among them he studied Demons and hellfire, a deadly combination. Since he was grasped tightly by the beast, teleporting away was no longer an option instead he raised his shield arm upwards in a clock wise motion, bringing his indestructible shield in front of his face. At the exact second it arrived the demon released a devastating blast of hellfire scorching the paint job on the shield instantly, but getting no further than that.

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But Alix knew if he did not break free from the demons grasp soon another blast of hell fire would be on it's way. With a last ditch effort Alix grasped the demons wrist with his free hand and then, with ever bit of strength he had, jambed his fingers into specific pressure points found under the demons skin. Upon contact, Alix felt the bones in his fingers break from the density of the beast skin, but it was still enough applied pressure to work. The demons hand instinctively open wide and at that second Alix dropped to the floor where he preformed a simple tuck and role, moving him as far away from his enemy as possible.

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In retaliation Alix reached within his utility belt and pulled out two compact grenades. One was a simple concussion grenade guaranteed to blind and incapacitate any normal soldier instantly, with a thick smoke cloud and ear piecing sounds. The other was explosive one use to flat out destroy any and everything within a few yards around it. Pulling the pins out with his teeth Alix tossed the first grenade at his enemies feet. Then the second the smoke cloud blocked any vision he tossed the deadly grenade over his shoulder. At that point he simply walked away from the battle field leaving behind him a trail of destruction, and possible, a terminated opponent.

BUMP

The demons speed was amazing. Even before Alix could speak the enemy had closed the distance between then and grabbed him tightly around the throat. From the shear strength of the monsters arm Alix was already gargling and unable to speak. With the lack of oxygen reaching his brain, he could already feel himself getting drowsy, as the life essence was slowly being choked out of him. Alix was truly out of his league. At best he was a supreme soldier but this demon he was fighting was a hell spawn. Alix was easily outclassed in both speed and strength, his only hope was to rely on skill. But just before he was about to counter strike, he picked up the faint hint of brimstone in the air.

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Immediately Alix knew what was coming next. During his years on this planet he had researched extensive files on Earth's habitats ranging from animals, to mortals, to metahumans, to mutants, to aliens and even Biblical lore. Among them he studied Demons and hellfire, a deadly combination. Since he was grasped tightly by the beast, teleporting away was no longer an option instead he raised his shield arm upwards in a clock wise motion, bringing his indestructible shield in front of his face. At the exact second it arrived the demon released a devastating blast of hellfire scorching the paint job on the shield instantly, but getting no further than that.

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But Alix knew if he did not break free from the demons grasp soon another blast of hell fire would be on it's way. With a last ditch effort Alix grasped the demons wrist with his free hand and then, with ever bit of strength he had, jambed his fingers into specific pressure points found under the demons skin. Upon contact, Alix felt the bones in his fingers break from the density of the beast skin, but it was still enough applied pressure to work. The demons hand instinctively open wide and at that second Alix dropped to the floor where he preformed a simple tuck and role, moving him as far away from his enemy as possible.

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In retaliation Alix reached within his utility belt and pulled out two compact grenades. One was a simple concussion grenade guaranteed to blind and incapacitate any normal soldier instantly, with a thick smoke cloud and ear piecing sounds. The other was explosive one use to flat out destroy any and everything within a few yards around it. Pulling the pins out with his teeth Alix tossed the first grenade at his enemies feet. Then the second the smoke cloud blocked any vision he tossed the deadly grenade over his shoulder. At that point he simply walked away from the battle field leaving behind him a trail of destruction, and possible, a terminated opponent.

Hellwings waved his hand, uncertain of why it had disobeyed him. This became unimportant when a small bomb landed less than a foot away from him, releasing a cloud of smoke and a high whistling sound. The smoke blocked his vision and the sound annoyed him, so he flew up into the air to get away from it, narrowly avoiding the grenade blasting the area he had stood seconds before to pieces. Surprised by the shockwave, he realized he had been attacked, but by whom he had no idea, picking out a random individual, he dove at slightly supersonic speeds at their back, aiming to shatter it and drive their body through the concrete.

@web_flotsam:

At the moment Jack's enemy hit the clouds above, Jack lost all sight of his whereabouts. It was now a waiting game for his opponent to eventually reappear and attack, and Jack knew it could come from anywhere. His only chance at survival was to look in every direction at once, and knowing this Jack called forth all four of his mechanical arms. One by one they each extended outward from his back and as they moved forward they began whirling around in different directions. For you see, each arm was actually self aware, as well as being part of a whole, and as they flailed around they were actually looking. Then suddenly, at slightly supersonic speeds, his enemy came flying down at what he assumed was Jack's exposed back. But luckily, in that split second it took his foe to close in, one of Jack's arms spotted the attack and alerted him in time. Moving sheerly by instinct, Jack planted his two lower mechanical arms firmly in the ground, then using them as a fulcrum, pushed off hard enough to launch himself several yards away to safety. As he was landing, the same two arms swung around him to the point they were now in front of him and after hitting the ground first, cushioned his fall much like that of a suspension spring.

As he stood back up ready to fight, Jack found himself located on a steep cliff hanging high over a running brook. His foe [YOU] unfortunately stood between Jack and the open ledge, and Jack was ready to dispense some revenge. To begin his attack he raised forth two mechanical arms that he used to slam down hard upon the ground, thus causing a crack in the ground that lead to the overhanging starting to crumble. Soon the entire cliff would be gone, but for Jack that wasn't enough. To make sure his enemy was completely destroyed, Jack used the same two arms to seal the deal. As the last of the cliff gave way Jack coiled his two arms to where they were both positioned over his shoulders and released from them both a laser beam powerful enough to destroy anything remaining floating in the sky.

@gripper:

Utilizing instinctively lightning-like reflexes honed to perfection and a sense of battlefield awareness one could only describe as supernatural, the Mercenary, Death's Favourite Son, anticipated his clumsy foe's brutal assault and the machinations behind every movement, all intended to incapacitate him whilst left helpless to gravity's whims. Refusing to laugh or chuckle as per usual, the bored Son of Destruction braced himself, feeling the shockwave pass through the ground as the edge of the cliff gave way, his body instantaneously primed for a full sprint aimed directly at the opponent, almost floating over the dissipating ground such was his speed. Not managing to make it off of the sinking ship just in time, he waited for the follow up, realizing it in the form of a simple projectile shot.

Chuckling now, the King of Kill used the very last bit of solid earth beneath his masterful boots to flip himself upwards, contorting his form into a sideways somersault, the beam just flitting past his twirling frame. Without diminishing the amount of momentum stored within his movement, the Mercenary came down in a manoeuvre very similar to Jeff Hardy's whisper in the willows, his foot seeking to smash the man's collarbone on a downwards arc.

@the_mercenary: Naamah teleports to the wrong place at the exact wrong time as the booted heel of the masked killer of ill repute came crashing down upon her with a flip-kick type of attack. The force was aimed at the brute behind hers collarbone, unfortunately her head was in the way.

With the lazy reflexes of a bored goddess, the crimson skinned Naamah raises her hands to her face. Covering her eyes with open palms of them. As she does this she mentally tells herself that she is invisible, based on toddler logic. However even toddler logic in the hands of a divine can be a powerful element. She indeed disappears, not just from sight but from physicality. She becomes as if a ghost, the Mercenary passes straight through her unaware if he really even saw what he thought he saw.

Once invisible Naamah shifts her attention to the disturbance that had just transpired. She held no ill will towards mistakes but she also did not enjoy people trying to kick her in her beautiful face. The goddess manipulates the magnetic fields in the area effecting the gravitational force to uncomfortable levels within a 50' radius of her current position. The extreme change in gravitational force was not to a lethal degree but it was enough to incompasitate a grizzly bear.

@naamah_obyzouth:

Almost a spectre, Naamah's elegant but far from delicate upper bone structure was redeemed by her unfathomable capabilities, Death's Next of Kin performing his brutal assault with effortless, perfected ease but failing to produce any results as a consequence of the powerful woman's own reflexive instincts. Refusing to let his momentum up and leave, the Mercenary instead increased it, sensing a swift, and, judging from the strange being's abilities, incredible response to his attack. The soles of both feet kissed the earth aggressively, cheekily, and then pulled away, leaving the ground deflated and longing for more.

He flipped backwards through the air in a wonderfully flamboyant, acrobatic display of both agility and ability, blue and orange form not much more than a lithe blur as it tornado'd through the sky and stopped upon it's haunches a few feet away from Naamah. Instinctively relying on a physical counter-attack, the Mercenary nonetheless decided he could not be forgiven for anticipating any other reply, the sudden, tremendous gravitational force thrust unto his muscled frame instantaneously creating a 2 metre mini crater around his ankles, and then 5 metres, and then 10 metres, continuously growing as the Lord of Life made his attempts at combating the unbelievable strength of Naamah's whims.

Beginning to slip in and out of consciousness, the King of Kill exuded one last giggle, laced with a slight groan, and imploded in upon himself, the force left behind levelling the floor beneath his now vacant feet and creating what appeared to be one half of a sphere in the earth, several feet deep. He popped out of the air a few feet behind his original position but remained there for less than a split-second, not quite yet of out his opponent's range, managing salvation with his third attempt and staggering backwards a few steps in exhaustion. Impressed by his foe's dangerous, unpredictable antics, yet worn out from the incredible ordeal, the Mercenary merely unholstered two of his favoured Mercers and fired golfball sized bullets at the demonic dame, chuckling tiredly with each pull of the trigger.

@the_mercenary:

Naamah watches the resourceful monkey manipulate his way out of her clutches but not before the extreme force of her gravitational adjustment had taken its toll upon the Assassin. She smirks wickedly at his will to seceed even in the face of seemingly impossible odds. The chuckling madman fires round after round of golfball sized bullet directly at her presence. She allows the rounds to connect with their intended target. The rounds tear through her soft feminine body, causing clouds of blood to explode from her now tangible form. He did not aim at her face so all was forgiven and she felt like her last attack was a bit of a dick move. She tanks the rounds as her highly advanced healing factor starts to mend the ballistically damaged flesh wounds. "Nice shooting you maniac!" She says with a lively charm in her voice.

Then at supersonic speeds Naamah bum rushes the Merk with a sprint that breaks the sound barrier. She stops just shy of his current position and attempts to grab him by the throat with her dominate arm. If the simple grab is successful she would then lift his body off the ground and then preceed to lick the side of his face and flirt with him.

O_O

Slowly backs away.....

Doesn't do anything as there was no attack :P

The Deathstrokergeist pulls out a mini nuclear bomb and detonates it knowing he wont be harmed as he is a Geist.

@naamah_obyzouth:

With his own regenerative factor activated as a result of the extensive injuries across his form the Mercenary lets his weapons slip out of his palms upon noting Naamah's carefree attitude towards their contact with her scarlet body, nodding calmly in response to her comment about his ludicrous firing. Reading every inch of her lithe form with the predatory gaze only the King of Kill could possess, the sadistic soldier-of-fortune had but a nano-second of opportunity to react to anything she might throw at him, and judging by the ridiculous capabilities displayed thus far, that could mean anything.

Doubtlessly confident in her might, she didn't bother masking her intentions, and the Mercenary just managed to catch the alteration in her body language before she launched herself at his weary form, mustering up every ounce of his concentration and focus to reduce time's effects upon his consciousness, slowing existence down around him to almost a complete standstill. Unfortunately, a being capable of breaking the sound barrier running towards him in slow motion was still moving with incredible speed, now a full pelt sprint with which he had a split-second to react. Time roared back at him as he utilized his reflexive intuition, contorting his frame just a fraction to one side as Naamah arrived at her destination, fingers narrowly missing the Lord of Life's costumed throat. A brief laugh and a wink later, and the Mercenary had teleported back across the battlefield, realizing the immensity of the situation yet characteristically revelling in it's dire nature.

Subliminally, the Son of Death had performed thousandth of a second timed mini-teleportations across the way wherein he had dropped mines across the floor, relying on the exuberant demon queen to come after him once more, thereby activating each device, capable of levelling several City blocks.

@the_mercenary:

This one was indeed a resourceful little monkey, he had extensive training obviously. He also had extraordinary weaponry, gadgets, and gizmos. He was skilled that much was clear but much of his successful retreat was an abnormal amount of luck. Naamah knew better then to keep rolling the dice when lady luck was holding all of the cards in ones favor. Plus she had noticed the parting gift, which she giggles wickedly about in expression.

Her divine senses can see much what mortal senses or even predatory senses cannot, they can see the individual energy signatures of his mines that he had dropped in order to cover his trail. She can see the layout of his minefield perfectly, she can also levitate herself well beyond ground-level and simply just soar over the would be explosives. She has lost her interest in continuing this altercation however, as she simply decides to take to the skies on great wings of red. "We shall meet again."

Consciously increasing both speed and strength by way of imbuing chemicals through his form into his muscles as was his uncanny ability, the domino masked agent of deception refused to let his raven eyes leave those of his opponent, feeling his body harden and the skin across his frame tighten like steel mesh, almost constricting his diaphragm. The entire, anatomical, process taking place beneath his black garb within less than a few seconds, Amphetamines reached up with one gloved palm to adjust his headwear, a slight act of misdirection subliminally effective, which allowed him to opportunity to surprise his opponent with a sudden burst of movement, the likes of which was much less than a hop, form almost performing instantaneous transmission in the short space between them.

The raised palm came down diagonally in a knife chop at the other combatant's throat, a quick, conservative motion laced with incredible speed and enough strength to slice straight through the larynx, his foot firing out simultaneously from beneath their torsos like a bullet with the intention to throw the being off balance and shatter the shin, disabling optimum movement. Refusing to rely on these initial assaults and ever-presently keeping a close eye on the space between them so that they were never more than two feet apart, Amphetamines brought his other hand up in a tiger palm strike to the diaphragm, once, twice, three times, the entire flurry of movement paced at less than a tenth of a second, not much more than another act of misdirection as the same foot struck out again at the same leg in another attempt at damaging the leg, this time directing it's force towards Amphetamines' foes' knee in an effort at destroying the bone completely.

The simplest strategy of his combat style is 'reciprocity' whereas in every exchange it matters not whether he is damaged, so long as the initiator receives a semblance of pain. Two eyes for one, and barbs appear around his neck as a gorget the moment he received the first strike. His Tibia extended cleaver like protrusions which checked the kick after the man pulls back, receiving damage but giving something in return. He staggered but not without equal play. His skin remained the same but inside his flesh, under the bone another mind was anticipating attacks and preparing a series of traps in return. His body is like a minefield, returning action with an embrace of spines. Pink liquid exits his mouth as the strikes roughed up his lungs, redundant but still affected by the volume of movement. Although during every exchange he sheds a series of barbs on the surface of his chest, giving yet another souvenir that will be left unnoticed. The kick sent him back, but a knife like protrusion gave a smirk of confidence as he waned from the blow. Damage accumulates and he likes to fight in attrition. The last kick did the damage, yet the bush of serrated needles sprouting from the damaged knee replied with courtesy.

One star shaped projectile thrown nonchalantly at a general area

Damn man, that's one good post, I had no idea how to write a response for the previous post, because there was just to much to cover, Again nice post

@referee: thanks, and don;t forget to reply to the kunai

Oh no, I was not planning on posting I just wanted to mention how good I thought yours was. You see I had no idea how to respond to a post full of attack after attack after attack, Your post showed me how to respond.

@referee: just take damage and wing it

@strongarm: I always found it difficult to respond when you opponent say

• I swing at your neck
• Then kick to the abdominals
• While head-butting at the same time.

I was used to just one attack at a time. So when poster above you put you in that situation I had no idea how to reply.

@referee: I just remembered the Thrilla in Manila fight where Ali pulled the rope a dope on Foreman, then added 'what if ali can pull spikes out of his body'

@strongarm: Well thanks anyway, again nice post. See you around

Standing face to face, just a few yards apart from his adversary [you], Man-Ster gripped his magical sword tightly with his feet firmly planted on the paved street below him. His body turned sideways to hide his swords next strike. Then with one solid motion, he swiped across the base of the nearest building causing a landslide of brick, glass and other heavy objects to fall down and crush his enemy beneath them.

A splitting image of the assailant appeared the very moment the attack is initiated, the duplicate grips the magical blade from his sheath and created a shockwave with the swing of his sword. Blasting out the debris as the initiator would have done with ease, the clone then looks at the sender and throws the sword at tremendous speeds. One such that would make a bullet seem relatively slow in comparison, try dodging.

Shelton watched the man's movement closely. His every twitch and jerk was a physical tale of his actions. The lowering of his shoulder and the width of his stance all showed he was about to throw a sword in his direction, and fast as well. In response Shelton charged forward relying on his speed and durability to counter the attack. In a flash he was running forward, the wind rushing by him,. His speed was only slightly above peak human, but it was still enough to close the distance.

Unfortunately, his opponent's throw was slightly faster and with a loud “cling” the sword struck Shelton in his left shoulder. Unscathed, he continued to charge forward as the sword bounced off flying away in a different direction. His unbreakable casing remained intact, except for a microscopic scratch that was already healing over.

Shelton was now close enough to strike. His hands glowing bright as a charge of electricity flowed through them. First he created a pure wall of lighting behind his enemy that pop and crackled with raw untapped energy. It was created so that his foe would be trapped, unable to escape, unless he was willing to take over one million volts all at once. He finished up by leaping forward at the last second, thus bringing his body and fist down at an angle, giving him the advantage of momentum. His fist, still charged, was now coming down hard, ready to strike a knock out blow upon his enemies chin.

Jack could hear the wall of energy crackling behind him. His mere presence was close enough to feel the heat generated by it. He knew there was no way through it, so he prepared himself for the incoming attack. With his enemy coming in from above with one hand surging with an electric energy, Jack called forth his two upper mechanical arms to criss cross in front of him, forming an x like shape at the exact spot where the enemies fist made contact. Once the two collided Jack simply allowed his mechanical arms to absorb the electrical charge from his enemies fist, allowing his own mechanical arms to grow that much stronger.

In retaliation, Jack coiled his two mechanical arms over his shoulders, positioning them much like a scorpion ready to strike. Then, using the extra arms as eyes he looked threw then to gain the added advantage of aiming, and fired off repeated rounds of intense laser beams from them that would lay the battle field to waste.

Lasers. For some reason people always thought they could kill me with lasers. I nearly yawned as my perception of time slowed to the point that the lasers were moving slower than a three-toed sloth. I weaved through the deadly rays of light with ease. As soon as I had weaved through the laser fire, a slight pain rushed through my head. I fought through it and drew out my silenced pistol. The trigonometry required to fire a ricochet shot flew through my head in attoseconds. I then fired the bullet so precisely that if the target tried to move in the slightest, the bullet would catch them right below the occipital ridge. This would cause the fluid in which the brain floated to have none of the protective effects it generally had. This could cause anything from as little as incapacitation and minor head trauma to instantaneous death when struck with a human hand. Imagine what a bullet could do if it somehow hit that position...

A bullet, caught by Grind. It feel like a nice crunch of popcorn on the jaws of the meat-puppet, the sweet caramel coated kind. Grind replied in kind by generating an iceberg above head of the next target, a typical kind that detaches from the polar ice cap. One the size of manhattan, for a bit of laughs the meat-puppet transformed solid ice to ice cream on the flavor of 'rocky road' had they been nicer he could have granted them tiramisu.

The shear magnitude of the size of the mountain of ice cream was so overwhelming that it alone blocked out the sun. Sarah had never been in a situation where he could die from a falling dessert, but if he didn't do something quick he would. With a charge of gravity flowing through him, Sarah created a makeshift shield around him based on a fluctuation of increase and decreased pull of gravity around him. He needed to be extra careful when doing so for with one mistake he could explode. But luckily he had practiced for years to find just the right amount of give and take to keep his shield working safely. Now with only seconds until the falling sunday topping engulfed him, Sarah again shifted the pull of gravity between his frame and the ground creating a force that began lifting him up from off the ground. Now like a bullet, he soared on and upwards, head first into the deadly dessert hitting it first at it's lowest point and then through it until minutes later blasting out on it's other side.

Sarah was now miles high in the sky covered head to toe in a thick layer of delicious 'rocky road', but as soon as he deactivated his shield the remaining layers fell from his body like scraps. The only after effects of the entire ordeal was now a remaining pile of ice cream covering the land below, completely.

In an act of revenge the gravity battery spotted his adversary, the only other surviver of the falling dessert, and made a straight B-line dive in his direction. Sarah was now plummeting down fast enough that he left behind a loud boom as he broke the sonic barrier. But even before physically reaching his enemy, Sarah let loose a barrage of ten to twenty gravity balls he created each by compacting a massive amount of pure gravity into one small soft ball size frame. Each one having the potential to easily smash through a brick wall so even if he missed his enemy they would still do a considerable amount of damage to the thick layer of ice cream covering the ground.

Minuteman teleported randomly into a strange arena. He had no time to react before he was crushed about a dozen times over by the gravity field that collided with him. He was essentially torn apart by one of the most unavoidable, fundamental forces of the universe. One of his dismembered arms landed about a foot from his attacker. Oh well, so much for countering that...

Another Minuteman from a separate part of the timestream appeared within less than septosecond and raised his gloved hand. He simply made a small force field within the skull of his attacker. Flawless victory!

Standing ready for an on coming attack, Jack planted his feet firmly on the ground. He expected anything from a fury of super speed punches to high tech laser beams, but in this case the attack came from inside his own head. With a thought Jacks enemy began creating a small force field within his skull causing immediate devastating pain. With an ungodly scream piercing the night, he fell to the ground grabbing hold of his head with both hands. His skull was now on fire, as he helplessly rolled back and forth on the ground. For any normal man would be dead after such an assault but Jack had an ace up his sleeve, four aces to be exact.

Years ago in a lab accident Jack was enhanced with four special mechanical arms. They were strong and powerful with a limited consciousness of their own and they were very protective of their host. In an attempt to save Jack's life the four arms shot out of his back and immediately began sending internal surges of electricity from within them straight to Jacks brain. It wasn't much but the stimulating shocks as well as his own healing factor, gave Jack a few more seconds of life to fight back and hopefully stop his enemy from continuing the assault.

With Jack still unconscious, the arms took it upon themselves to stop the threat by destroying the enemy[YOU]. Immediately the two lower arm extended a bit further out, heading upwards only to come slamming down hard upon the concrete ground in front of him. The force of the blow was so massive that it not only cracked open the street wide, but a zig zag rift continued on down the road followed with a Earth shaking concussive wave. Meanwhile, the two upper arms coiled themselves like cobras ready to strike, watching their target, waiting for the right moment he would be caught off guard, only then they would let loose a barrage of devastating laser beams sure to take care of what ever was left.

Adam focused on the arms, already in motion. As he leapt and spun through the air, he pulled out his guns but before he could line up his shot, a wave of force launched him backwards.

He slammed into the wall, hard. He stood, feeling his cracked ribs knitting back together. His guns had flown from his hands, but there was no time to get them. Besides, guns weren't the only weapons he had. He was a weapon. He coated himself in the bricks that scattered around him. Shaping his fists into large hammers, he charged his opponent, leaping and swinging with all the force he could muster.