Expendaville (open CVnU location)

@superstay: [no worries]

Kipping up from the pratfall the monster arose back on two feet, knees buckled into steady position his arms are close to his mid level. A heavy smirk at the anticipation of fun.

The vehicle is a good turn of events that shift towards his favor, a punch would have been a good surprise for the other man. But a truck is good enough to demonstrate why he is called the hungerer, he did not bother dodging when he leaped off the ground. Tricking, picked up from a girl in los angeles pulling a figure four before he spiralled into the truck. A tornado that erased the metal, it was him. Vanishing the vehicle as a trail of leftovers, in front of him is the hero. Mach-3. A good speed for fastfood. Anticipating a punch the beast awaits for the next move.

@ult_nerx:

Moving quickly, Theron threw a thunderous punch towards the monster’s face. It ripped through the short period of space, building so much force. With enough momentum and force of a 50 tonne plane, moving at the speed of 30,000 miles per second, Theron’s fist altered everything around it with its movements alone. Building an extreme amount of pressure and heat, all of the moisture around them burned immediately. While the city was average temperature, the small area around them felt as hot as the Sahara desert.

The punch had enough power to send the monster flying to miles, if it connected. However, if it did, Theron would quickly grab his ankle, dragging him to the ground.

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@superstay:

This is where 99% of his enemies meet their deaths, aiming for the humanoid 'off' switch. The jaw. It would work with anyone else, sending the brain back and forth ricocheting against the skull. But, people and gods tend to forget that Jack is one such creature that can devour anything. Adamantium is potato chips against his teeth, if the man cannot control his speed then he might lose a hand or an entire arm if he is unlucky. There is a reason why most opt for ranged options against Splatterjack, why some refer him as an anti-melee monster. His appetite hungers for knuckle sandwiches. The head is a small part of the body that moves a lot, it is also the 'hardest' part of the body. Trained, and fortified by a fighting style that exclusively uses the head to strike.

Moving in a wrong angle and the fist can slip into the area of the teeth, there is a terminology for this. Fight bite. Where knuckle sandwiches end up devoured , 'reverse bite injuries' are only for weaklings. Jack can cost an arm, he did not even move. But the enemy can maybe analyze this and opt for another maneuver, like going for the legs or stomach.

Punching Jack in the mouth is a surefire way of becoming an amputee.

@ult_nerx:

(Ooc: I was so stumped at how to answer this post...It me half an hour to figure it out...)

Theron, using his physics defining Olympian magic, ripped his hand back. Instead, I threw three of the same punches at the monster’s stomach. Being of the caliber, even if they don’t connect, just being within distance of their mass force would send someone soring. As well, Theron, staring at the monster, he sent a surge of flaming electricity, like that of the last. The beam sped towards the monster’s eyes.

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@superstay:

Jack is send through the building behind him, three excellent punches from an extremely strong person. Had it not be for his extraordinary digestive system he would have exploded from the force of those punches, at first he penetrated through the fifth through the thirteenth floor. Then he crashed to a second building around the twentieth to the twenty seventh floor, the momentum did not stop as it dropped him all the way to a gas station. Which exploded as well, leaving an entire street in a blazing inferno. Lightning flames made the explosion bigger, there were many casualties.

@ult_nerx:

Theron used his godly sight to watch the beast travel through so many floors of a building. He heard the explosion, and police sirens soon followed. Eyes still flaming, he stare straight ahead before he blitzed forward. Ripping through the tall buildings that stood in his way, he approached the burning station. Hearing the blare of fire trucks, he reached the destroyed station. Seeing nothing but rapid flames, he spared no time. As he sped, he turned and immediately grabbed the bumper of a unmanned fire truck. Leaping into the air, he dragged the truck with him. Soaring through the sky, Theron slammed the truck into the mist of fire. He intended to crush the monster that lied under the rubble.

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@superstay: The truck crumpled all the way into the ground, but it seems that our heroic friend may have suffered from a short span memory. Jack did the exact same trick that he did when the truck is thrown, but from a grounded position as he lets his mouth do all the work. Waiting for enough truck to be ingested so that he can close the distance with the hero and get inside his range. The man knows how much it takes to beat him, nothing less than a complete beat down will put him out for good. So far everything is headed towards the right way, but the Devourer whips out his left hand towards the midsection of the hero. Letting 'Grind' snap away its teeth at the man's ribs, he is trying to get a 'feel' of the man's flesh. It is a gamble since the man is fast.

@ult_nerx:

Smashing the truck, Theron saw flame covered rubble smashed everywhere. As he lifted off the ground, he slowly floated into the air. He looked around for his opponent, roaming over everything. But, quickly, he noticed the beast pouncing onto his. Staring at the beast’s face, he noticed his mouth’s preparation. As the monster closed in, Theron straggled and fell, from the surprising opponent.

In a haze of shock, Theron threw a haymaker uppercut towards the beast’s gut. Building all of his strength, the punch would be strong enough to crush a tank. Creating enough force, it would make a wave of force that would blow all of the burning rubble immediately around them away. If the hit connected, it would send the beast straight into the air. After a second, Theron would burst into the air after him, in an attempt to drag the monster into Earth’s upper atmosphere.

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@superstay:

He caught on the the strong man, struggling to get a bite in. Two mouths are anticipating to get a bite in, chomping a shoulder or a rib. Either one is fine, again a haymaker tore against his stomach. Staggering the beast, sending a jolt through his body. Sending the shockwaves through the body, blood started to pour from his ears. He did it fly but he did take on internal damage. But the follow up sent him up into the air as the hero pushes him up, at this range he holds on to the hero and prepares to bite through the shoulder.

@ult_nerx:

Smashing the truck, Theron saw flame covered rubble smashed everywhere. As he lifted off the ground, he slowly floated into the air. He looked around for his opponent, roaming over everything. But, quickly, he noticed the beast pouncing onto his. Staring at the beast’s face, he noticed his mouth’s preparation. As the monster closed in, Theron straggled and fell, from the surprising opponent.

In a haze of shock, Theron threw a haymaker uppercut towards the beast’s gut. Building all of his strength, the punch would be strong enough to crush a tank. Creating enough force, it would make a wave of force that would blow all of the burning rubble immediately around them away. If the hit connected, it would send the beast straight into the air. After a second, Theron would burst into the air after him, in an attempt to drag the monster into Earth’s upper atmosphere.

Yelping in pain, Theron looks to see the monster biting down on his left shoulder. Blood sprayed as he stared. The beast digs through the flesh of the demi-god. As Theron’s left shoulder numbs, his Olympian magic is the only thing keeping the biter from tearing deep into the god’s thick muscle system. Theron speeds up, rapidly, as he races for space. He grunts as he feels the savage’s teeth dig in him. His magical durability does all that it can. As Olympian magic keeps the beast from ripping his arm off, Theron focused on reaching space. Entering Mach 4, he ripped through any planetary barrier Earth would have to stop him.

If the beast didn’t let go, which Theron hoped he wouldn’t, he would ripped through all of earth’s barriers with bloodlusted eyes of red smoke. Hitting Mach 5, Theron would whip them both around and head for the clear outskirts of Expendaville’s countryside. Bleeding furiously, he would then use a super sight to find an area with no life, for over a twenty mile radius. Headed straight for an empty highway, they picked up enough speed to promise their arrival within thirteen seconds; hitting the ground with so much force and pressure, it would have the effect of a small bomb.

(I hope this isn't too much)

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@superstay:

Blood on his mouth, someone else's and it tasted good. Nothing feels quite like divinity, and he keeps on nibbling on the open wound of the hero. Shearing muscle off the bone in finding something chewy he dug in, feeling some sort of etcenic force gluing the meat together. However that mattered none, he still indulged in satisfaction. It is a good thing that most of his opponents are punch-happy and jump before making conclusions. The hero's meat had good texture, the resistance of the man made it all the more better. It is so good that the hungerer forgot his location, space became his destination as they escaped through the atmosphere fast.

It is like engorging through a watermelon on a hot summer day, he kept biting until everything went white...

He is separated from his prey and found himself buried under several meters of rock at the core of a crater.

@ult_nerx:

Hit the ground at full force, Theron zipped deep into the rocky ground. As it raddled, rumbled and rocked, he found himself buried under the rocks. Feeling the burn of his bloody shoulder, he stared at the softly dark dirt that surrounded him. Quickly, he turned onto his front and pushed upward with his feet. He grunted heavily as he climbed through rocks and dirt, to reach the surface. Upon reaching the top of the rock hill, he rolled down it, from lack of energy. He stared at the golden sun, as he lied in it’s warm embrace.“Στο πρόσωπο του σκότους, το φως του Απόλλωνα φτάνει νεκροκρέβατο σου. Καλώ τη χάρη του και να αγκαλιάσει ... έλα σε μένα ο θείος, παρακαλώ ...”, he played, in his native tongue, to the gods of the sun. As he stared upward, he was greeted with the clear light of his sun. Seeing it through his eyes, which could see into his realm, he smiled as he thanked his gods.

Theron grunted strongly as he forced himself to his feet, while under the warming sunlight of the gold . Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he looked at his torn, blood soaked uniform before look over the destruction he caused. He smiled as he smelt the calming smell of nature's breath. He stretched his body, as he felt his body slowly starting to heal.

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@superstay:

The devourer jumps out of the mess, cracking his neck right and left as a a warm up. Putting on one finger to cover a nostril he snorted out a chunk of earth from the other, half naked body covered in dirt and dust the monster feels better in this setting. As a fight escalates a destroyer feels right at home, round one belongs to the hero. Round two starts about now.

@ult_nerx:

"Forgive me", Theron asks Hades for forgiveness as he flies back into the ground. He quickly traveled more than a hundred miles into the earth to find extremely heated iron ore. Using his strength, he broke off a chunk of it, before heading up for the surface. Pulling hard, he reached the surface again. And, with the strength of his own, and the heat of his flaming beams, he proceeded to carve two weapons out of the huge chunk. He quickly crafted two bars out of the iron. Heating each piece before sharpening them, he literally formed them out of his Olympian magic. His heated beams, reaching over intensely hot temperatures of melting capacity, softened the metal for his far stronger fingers to carve the metal into perfectly sharp steel weapons. Soon, he had created two Olympian-magic covered, razor sharp, steel swords. In one hand, he held a double-edge Greek Xiphos, in the other, he held a Roman Gladius.

Walking up the hill, Theron noticed the bruting beast as he floated over the ground. “Well, they’re not pretty, but, they’ll have to do…”, he stated to himself as he adjusted himself to them. After doing so, he gripped them both with on hand. He picked up a bolder with the other, before hurling it at the monster. Then, in a speeding fury, he threw a couple more. Afterwards, he held both swords out to his side. The god smiled, as the rocky battlefield, parting man from beast, reminded him of his homeland. He thought of having to fight Cyclops, centaurs, and creatures of the same caliber. “καθοδηγήσει το σπαθί σου και να προσπαθήσουμε γροθιά, Ἄρης”, he prayed for guidance in this battle.

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@superstay:

Light armour adorned his form, a sheathe of ice giving spikes for his meat-puppet and a gauntlet for his right. Translucent yet deceptively mundane, he always liked the power of Ice. It helps him preserving his meals in between hunts, and it helps on hot days. However it is also one of his greatest weapons because of the range and application, ice mist became his shroud as the hulking figure applied more cutting edges along the joints. It compliments his already impressive wingspan, and it it adds another layer of trickery to his attacks. A simple touch can lead to death, as many of his previous opponents lamented. Ice can be used to attack from outside or even from inside the body. Adding further to his defence is an arrangement of ice constructs orbiting around him, each having the approximate size of a baseball. Eight in number each sphere is a slush of snow covered in a thick three inch coat of ice. Each form rotating within its container.

"I got an arrangement of my own, it is not as straightforward as your blades but you will get why I made them later on"they seem unconventional but they follow a similar tactic applied in the gladiatorial arenas, but a hard water balloon won't intimidate anyone. Especially an invulnerable being, but even a snowball is dangerous in the command of a pro. Reacting to the assault he encased the boulder with ice upon entry to his range and reversed its trajectory back at the sender, it would not do much but it will be useful later on. Adding some 'thank you' spikes across the surface of the ice coating the oncoming boulder.

@ult_nerx:

Theron watched the boulder with calmness as he sped towards his. He waited until the boulder was ten feet from him before his eyes sparked and he shot a beam of lazor-form-lava at the rock. Upon contact, it hit the rock with temperatures, specifically over 1100 F/600 C, that melted the rock immediately. Theron then shot a two beams of the same temperature at the beast. "Hades door will soon open...", He yelled, with a smirk on his face, as he walked towards the monster.

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@superstay:

coating became steam, the spray latched on the surface of the skin subtly. It can be brushed off as a 'natural' occurrence, but the droplets have a much more nastier purpose. As the lava covered the man ,two beams approached and are blocked by one of the 'container' which immediately exploded into a dense fog that covers the entire street. Seven are still orbiting around him, the mist giving him a feel of the hero wherever he goes. It gives him a slight advantage in sight, but he did not press attack yet.

@ult_nerx:

Becoming engulfed in limbo-ish fog, Theron stayed in his current readied position. He quickly became blinded by the white cloud of mist. "Stop your playing", the god shouted before lifting of the ground. As he did, he started to intensely spin around in a circle. As he did, he created a rotating gush of wind that rapidly spun at the speed of 500 mph. At this speed, the wind would easily lift up the average person, like it was currently flinging rocks, wood, and other debris around. Theron used the wind to clear some of the mist away from him. Soon after, he slowed down before fully stopping. Using his super hearing, he located the sound of his opponent's breathing and heart beat.

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@superstay: the mist moved according to the belief of the hero, forming a tunnel of fog. But ice has other forms, like snown or in this case moisture. Even if the weather is against him he still holds control over his creations. Without furher ado he flash froze the tornado after the hero decides to slow down. Surprise. As the column created inward pointing spikes similar to that of an iron maiden then the hulking hungerer commands his construxt to crush. Trying to test the invulnerability of his opponent. Perfect to instagib an enhanced human but also good to annoy flying bricks.

@ult_nerx:

Getting tired of his opponent avoiding a actually fight, Theron lit his eyes. Using his beams, he shot a flame at the ground. Then, with mach 3 speed, he started spinning at 2,000+ mph. Creating winds that were faster than any tornado could be, it sucked up the fire to form a fire whirl. Shooting hotter flames, the firing rose to a melting temperature of over 2,000 F. At this temperature metal, wood, concrete, all would melt to the pressure. The thunderous whirl was strong enough to, not only shatter the ice, but melt ever bit of moister around it. Theron continues spinning, and picking up speed, reaching 3,806 mph, causing the whirl to spin strong enough to rip everything around the god up into it. The flames traveled at the temperature of molten hot lava. It continued to get wider and wider, starting to form a thin flaming hurricane. It flung burning debris everywhere. Black smoke and brownish grey wind rose outward, darkening the entire area in fire and black smoke.

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@superstay:

The hulking hungerer, recreated what was thought to be destroyed the collapsing column from the residues of the molten moisture in the air. Instead focusing on creating a coating around his body as he shot through the blazing firestorm, letting his armor ablate against the flames so that he can approach the godly hero. Scalding skin in the process while looking for opportunity, whereas external applications are less successful internal applications will suffice. His own armor scalded against his flesh, steam and boiling water along with tiny singes of flame carved against his flesh. But in his range he can focus his ice powers, the ones that can instantly create an iceberg to 'lock on' inside the body of the hero. Aiming first to zero in on the liquids that are contained within the eyes. To freeze that, or to add additional lenses to distort the lasing capacity. Focusing to seize the eyesight as his body takes the fire.

@ult_nerx: (Are your powers magical?)

Theron smiled immediately as he saw the armored monster soaring towards him. He slowed down, knowing the dangerously rapid spinning, flaming hurricane would continue its intensity. He faced his enemy, bracing for impact. Knowing that physical abuse was the only way to diminish his godly durability, he fully knew the danger of his decision to stay in his current position. Soaking in the heat of the hurricane's center, which consumed more than 4,000 F; he bathed in its heat. He waited for the monster to attack him. His eyes blazed with blue fire once he felt the ice combatting his magical protection. His eyes sparked and burst with flames as they kept his eyes from freezing. With the high velocity of wind of flying fire, the normal human ear wouldn’t be about to heard anything other than the harsh flaming winds.

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@superstay: (no, god no. Feel free to incapacitate him with magic or use whatever spell)

Skin started to resemble grilled sausage, he can almost taste himself cook. Heat is not good for him, and this is a trade off for eating that one with the ice making power. A firestarter must be ingested as a balancing measure, ears are starting to bleed and some parts are barely together. Jack miscounted his food, thinking that ten would be enough for this upcoming fight. Healing is not the right word, holding together is a better term. However this does not give him empathy for those he'd cook alive, in fact it makes him appreciate food more. From a plus side he did not have to use arms to apply constant freezing and he is in close range to punch, so he sends one shot towards the neck. An overhand right in the eye of the firestorm, knuckle extended to crush the atom's apple. Right fist, middle knuckle. Grind increases the moisture in his eyes, to combat the heat and to make the eyeballs expand by adding more moisture from the inside.

Seeing as previous wounds have closed the hero may be able to heal, but does he has means to 'leak' or remove the fluids?

@ult_nerx:

Taking the punch to the neck, he was sent hurling backwards. In a haze, he is hit with the entirety of the monster's other massive punches. In a rushing dazed, Theron quickly crashes into the ground. Sliding along the scalding dirt floor, he rolled through the melted soil. Between the heat around his, the heat he had built up inside of him, and his durability, the moisture in his eyes evaporating. Half opened eyes, he smirked as he spat out a mouthful of blood. “That’s more like it…”, he became excited about the fight they had ahead of them. Immediately, Theron quickly jumped to his feet.

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@superstay:

For this encounter the Big Guy had finally moved the hero, at the cost of severe burns and cosmetic damage that will on for the rest of their battle. However the hero is quick to return into a battle position, as to be expected of on from a noble breed. Back to the basics as he aims 'Grind' to the chest of the hero. This time infusing the little one with ice powers as he lets out a salvo of ice blocks that carry the speed of bullets, firing with his autocannon that became his left arm. Wondering what it will do with the heat on the molten roads, the one carved by the earlier firestorm.

@ult_nerx:

Dodging one of the bricks, he was hit by two other bricks. Theron felt the frosty sting of the icy bricks to his chest. He stumbled backwards before being hit with another brick. He stuck his feet into the dirt, halting himself, he darted off the ground. Theron smiled at the monster before blasting into the sky. Ignoring his stinging nose, he blazed through the burning sky. With both swords beside him, he ripped across the sky. The flaming hurricane started to rain fire as he sped up. He moved his sword-holding hands to the front of his. Approaching the beast in seconds, Theron prepared to slice the chest of the monster, with the force of a fighter jet. Whether the slice connected or not, the god aimed his right fist for the gut of the beast.

@enoch_val_errys:

Sheng

Sitting on a thick branch, Sheng held a cup of takeout Chinese food. With one leg hanging off the branch, and the other leg leaning on, he read a Chinese comic book. Holding the comic in the same hand as the cup of his steamy meal, he held wooden chop sticks in his other hand. Sheng chuckled at the comic as the sun faded over the park. Traffic had died down, and the grounds were nearly quiet. A breeze flowed through the greenery filled park grounds. A aroma of spring flowers kept the scent of sun and honey in the air. As he began to stuff his mouth with chicken, noodles, rice, and broccoli, he started to laugh at the funniness of the comic. The fighter took a strong gulf of his mouth-full, before sitting the rest on the tree-side area of the branch. He stuffed the comic in his brown-cloth sack, which hung from the tree above him.

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@superstay

I wonder if dad is worrying.....

Lysion had't contacted his adopted father, Enoch, for over two weeks. He had stopped living with him years before, but given that both had dangerous jobs, and had a strong bond, they usually heard each-other at least once every two days.

But secrecy was especially requested for this mission....And if i succeed i'll finally manage to buy my own top-level gear, and give what dad is lending me back.

The mercenary had been paid to observe, spy and finally test the abilities of Sheng, a so-said master of all martial arts.

He was currently Following the man around Expendaville, waiting for the right moment to engage a combat to test his skill.

The man had't done anything to proof his skill in the last two days, and if it wasn't for the photos he had received to individuate him, Lysion would have started thinking he had mistaken man.

@lysion:

Sheng

Sheng stared at a few small birds, which were eating the remaining food out of the takeout container. He smiled before taking in a deep whiff of the flower scented air. His chest expanded as his head reached high into the air to get the fresh aroma. As he exhaled, he relaxingly sunk backwards on the branch, slipping off. He fell into the bushes that lied below. With a loud scuffle, he was engulfed in the greenery of the vegetation. Immediately, in an instance, he popped up from his lying position. Standing with a chuckling smile on his face, and a few twigs and leaves in his head, he quickly stepped out of the bush.

“Uhh…You saw nothing”, he stated to the birds; to which, the birds chirped and ate the takeout. He smiled at them, “…Good”, before beginning to walk. However, upon turning to see the ground, he noticed a squirrel looking up at him. “AHH…”, he yelped in surprise before falling back into the bush. He quickly pocked his head out to be greeted with the squirrel jumping onto his head. “Well, thanks…”, he sarcastically thanked the critter for the scare. In an instance of a second, he disappeared from the bush. In a blur of misty smoke, he reappeared on the branch. He had the squirrel, who darted around in confusion, in his hand.

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@superstay (sorry for the delay, did't get the notification)

What the actual fuck?!

The man had just exerted an incredible feat of speed and agility......to catch a squirrel.

Ok....ok...This guy is the right one. I'll have to get in and test his skills......Without killing him.

Lysion walked towards the martial artist, and once he was near enough, he asked:

He, over there, do you have enough change for a 5$ note? I'm out of coins and i need some for a vending machine.

The starting wound technique should be great for an opponent with that level of agility...

@lysion:

Noticing the approaching man, Sheng smiled as he sat the squirrel down next to him. With a welcoming smile, he childishly waved at the man. Hearing the request, Sheng grabbed his hanging sack. He dug deep into the burlap sack to get change. As he pulled out five dollars worth of coins, he counted them. Immediately, he hooped into a standing position, on the branch. Simultaneously, he turned backwards to face the opposite direction from the man. In one motion, he fell back into a sitting position, with the branch hitting the back of his knees. Sheng back flipped off of the ranch, landing in front of the man. "Uh, I only have gold, bro.....is that good?", he asked while turning to face the man. He held out his hand, to give the coins.

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@superstay:

They'll be fine, thanks man!

Lysion smirked.

This guy seems nice, sad that i have to hit him without honour.....But work is work.

Lysion handed out his hands, and in the exact moment the golden coins touched his fingertips, The young man activated his power. Five coins where shot with five different directions, aiming at the enemy's four limbs and right hand. The coins broke the sound speed, reaching a speed that was eight time faster than a common bullet in less than a micro-second.

@lysion:

Immediately noticing the rapidly darting coins, Sheng quickly moves his body. All of his limbs curled inward. As he rolled into a ball, barely missing the coins in mid-air, he shot his legs forward, at his attacker's chest. His legs traveled faster than an eye could blind. With enough strength, his ramming legs would send the man a few feet to the ground. He intended to push the apparent enemy away.

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@superstay

Lysion was astonished.

Is he that fast?!

The kick hit his chest, and Lysion jumped backwards, with most of the impact absorbed by his Carbonadium armour.

So, your ability does stack up to your name.-he said, while unsheathing his blade with his left hand-

I am Lysion, and I've been paid to test your skills.Without killing you, if that's you're worry.

Lysion waited for the enemy's reply, while reaching two shurikens with his free hand.

@lysion:

Sheng lands of his back, after the double leg kick connects. Immediately after hitting the ground, with his back blades, he performed no armed kip-up to bring himself to his feet. Landing on the balls of his feet, he jumps straight into the air. Parting his legs, he does a flexible air splits to burn off access energy before landing on the ground. As he starts building up adrenaline and energy, he watches his opponents every move. Staring at the slightest twitches of the man's body, he wonder what he was reaching for, before choosing to ignore it.

"It's cool, bro...no worries here...it's all in the flow of fate. A sea of uncertainty; anything can flow anywhere at any moment.", he stated as he stretched. Flexing his muscles and popping his joints, he prepared for a fight, while letting the energy flow through him. "So, why worry?", he asked, rhetorically, as he looked at his opponent again.

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@superstay

He reminds me of dad. But he isn't immortal....how can he face death-risks with no anxiety at all?

Enoch shot his three shurikens, a moment after having sharpened their edges to a mono-molecular level.

I'm glad to see you're not angry about it!

He shouted, while leaping forward, following his own projectiles, aiming at a slash at the enemy's chest.

@lysion:

Sheng turns back to the man, to be reminded of the objects that the man was reaching for, as he saw three shurikens hurling towards him. He quickly moved, in order to dodge the deadly concealed weapon. He turned his body to the side, as the shurikens ripped through the air. Two darted pass him, slicing his shirt in the process. The other sliced the front of his right shoulder, causing a stinging of a slightly deep flesh wound.

Still in the heat of the moment, Sheng leaped forward, lifting to the air. Raising his right leg, and pulling his left leg in, he positioned a flying side kick. Aiming for his opponent's chest, he shot his leg out in front of his. Building up a lot of strength and momentum, he targeted enough power to break through brick, inside of his kick. He aimed straight for Lysion's chest, while moving as fast as the shurikens that were previously hurled at him.

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@superstay(You're moving at Mach 10? My shurikens where mach 10 given the mutant powerxD )

Lysion noticed the powerful kick. He did the only thing possible in that time frame:

He placed his own sword between his chest and the enemy, sharpening it, hoping the enemy would end up slicing himself up.

@lysion: (Dang...I thought they were only breaking the sound barrier...But, Sheng doesn't really use speed to dodge things, rather, knowing where the shurikens were going to be. Sheng had been watching that arm from the beginning. As well, he only made slight twitches of the body, which is why they sliced his clothing, and his shoulder...But, I should have explained it better. I definitively take that speed into account, next time...)

Noticing the sword, and using his quick reflexes, Sheng pulls his leg in and turns it to the side. As he rapidly approaches the sword, he shoots his leg out at the weapon's stem's side. Planning to push the sword away, his kicking leg would bend into a flying knee, of equal power, to the merc's forehead.

However, if the man held his sword strong enough to keep his sword straight, Sheng's kick would double as a pushing kick, using the sword as a surface to push away from. The fighter would kick himself out to the side, and to Lysion's side, before puling his leg back in. He'll shoot his leg back out, once he get to the man's head's side, hitting him in the eardrum with the same intense force.

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@superstayI'm fine with you dodging them, i'd never complain for not letting me hit, it's the "while moving as fast as the shurikens that dazzled" me.

Lysion noticed the kick, and fluently unsheathed another couple of shurikens. Again the lethal darts where shoot towards the enemy, faster than any bullet.

While doing so Lysion ducked and rolled, aiming at letting the enemy pass above him.

@lysion:

Seeing the shuriken, Sheng reacted to the lightning-fast weapons, immediately. In mid-air, he was unable to move beyond the natural momentum that sent him through the air. So, because of that, he vanished into a mist of white smoke. Within the a second, Sheng reappeared on the other side of the rolling merc. Landing on his feet, he dropped the floor to deliver a spinning leg-sweep, while keeping to the same intense speed and power of his flying kick. The kick held enough blinding speed and enough power to break bone. If connected, Sheng would immediately pounce onto his opponent to try to execute a Brazilian Jiu-jitsu Armbar. However, if it didn't, Sheng would continue to spin, in order to send another.

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The Sun will rise soon...

Emperor Pao calls forth the seven storms ushering in his final transformation. This beckoning reaps the fruits of cataclysmic harvest. His kin are called to his side as Ren and Serinah join Sun, upon this union the elements adjust giving way to a fusion of Qi energy.

The power of three is demonstrated as the Shen shed the coils of modernization taking inside themselves the primal ills of primordial heritage. Their forms twist as one giving shape to a Monster unlike any the world has ever seen in ages long since forgotten. A colossal three headed dragon. It's hide was of the purest celestial gold and it's eyes were as burning jade gemstones. Six jade gems in all each as majestic as it's twin, each a giant testimony of silent desperation.

The fatal echoes of the shifting reverberates off the solid foundation around it as the effects cause even the most steadfast of sediments to crumble to a fine dust. The brute stands taller then the tallest of the skyscrapers that reach for the heavens below its gaze. It is stout and stands on firm legs with two gargantuan tails that drape well behind it liken to that of train of a Bridle gown. This creature also has two sets of hulking arms both reptilian and manlike in appearance. These four arms have four clawed hands attached to them engulfed in green clouds of destructive Qi energy.

The Golden Dragon God of the East has been born. The devastation that follows is immense. All that stand before the cosmic might of this beast fall as it smacks down the largest of buildings like an angry toddler smashing his Lego display to tiny bits.

The very pillars of creation shake and the heavens rattle and quake in fearful dread of the Mighty Dragon God. The sight of it alone makes even the gods of its origin question their divinity. It lays waste to the section of the teeming Metropolis that has desired its wrath. Millions parish in the blink of an eye, as the ant-farm crashes down before them. Unable to do anything to prevent it, unable to even retreat from its appetite for destruction.

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