Andres_Knightfall

@aenean:

Blood.

The crimson sea through which the matrices of mortal life flowed. In times of war, it left battlefields painted in brutal strokes of red and gore. Drops of it sailed through the air, cast out in search of those glacial eyes that so looked down upon the golden man from whom they leaked. It was clever, resourceful - and desperate. And were it not for the arresting fields of the Fifth Force swaying around the Scientist Supreme, seizing and caging the atoms of all that dared sully the glimmer of his pristine armor, it would've stained his helmet's lenses and cleared the path through which his foe's hand - more spear than limb - would have sliced through his neck.

Alas, the blood never crossed the threshold into the Knightfall's eyes, its atoms held hostage by the iron grip of his telekinetic defenses. And so, his foe's hand lanced through the air, guided by a marriage of might and skill made to fell foes unbeatable - and Andres flickered out its path, teleporting beyond reach.

Sweeping his greater senses over the quantum data being processed in the very fabric of reality, a smile - deep in satisfaction yet subtle in curve - eased across the Knightfall's face. Particles elementary and fundamental rose in subatomic tides, heaving here and there in surrender to the will - the instructions - embedded deep within reality's quantum datasheet. Penning new quantum code into the information fabric that permeated all of existence, Andres wrote yet another chapter in his book of super science. And here, now, the subatomic particles all around him would be the protagonists - and his golden foe their antagonist.

Particles come in variants both shocking and standard. Some are unstable, their lives a short flicker in the grander scheme of the cosmos, decaying into other particles, radiation, or both. While others protest the universal speed limit, sprinting through the seams of reality in a futile bid to break the record set by the photon. A few came close, finding that the closer they drew to the speed of light, the more time slowed.

The faster they raced, the longer their lifespan.

By altering their speed, the Scientist Supreme changed the point in space where they decayed. The quantum code he'd authored rewrote the processing speed of the mesons arising from the interaction of cosmic rays and matter, steering them towards Andres' foe, their speed adjusted such that their point of decay into radiation deadly and vicious - would be inside his enemy's chest.

It was no different than teleporting a violent, fatal burst of gamma rays, electrons, and antimatter electrons into his foe's viscera.

There was no cheapening his enemy's courage, physical and otherwise. No denying his supernatural resilience nor the miraculous skill he used to face a threat impregnable and otherworldly.

But the dread horror of death had come, and there was no denying Andres - the 11th commandment.

These fighters asking for calf kick bans are silly.

Studying fighters and martial artists is always interesting, both for my own training and also from a purely analytical standpoint. Because some of the limitations that certain fighters have are really interesting, like RDA being extremely skillful but having an enormous problem with strategic efficacy whenever he's on the backfoot. Or Stephen Thompson being one of the few fighters capable of using the bladed karate stance without being an easy target for low kicks, which one typically would be, especially outside low kicks if your stance is wide and your lead foot is turned inwards.

But Wonderboy is a gem. He counters low kicks with side kicks to the midsection, and as the side kick is a linear kick that travels in a straight line as opposed to the wider and longer arc of a round kick like a low kick, the side kick can be faster due its straight path down the middle, landing before a low kick does. So Wonderboy will deny any attempts at engagement, all the while making reads so that once his opponent steps in for a low kick, Wonderboy has their timing down and intercepts them with a side kick the moment his opponent's kicking leg is in off the ground.

Body shots aren't fun when you're on the receiving end, and even if they don't hurt, getting knocked off your feet by an intercepting side kick every time you throw a low kick (or try to) will make you hesitant to throw low kicks. But timing the side kick is hard, so Wonderboy has other answers for low kicks. He's very mobile, and probably has the best footwork and movement of any striker right now, so he's good at inviting the low kick by standing just at the end of his opponent's range before moving his hips back and pulling his leg underneath him to create an opening for either a back kick to the body or a pivot turn.

And by making his opponents pay dearly for targeting his legs and midsection (which is what you should target when you fight Wonderboy, even if its difficult), he turns them into head hunters, and it's far easier for him to avoid shots to the head than body and leg attacks, so he typically makes his opponents look absolutely foolish whenever they try to engage because even the things you should be doing against him have consequences.

@aenean:

Arrogance. A misguided expectation of triumph. It had handed the defeat of superiors to their inferiors for millennia. And for a moment, an infinitesimal sliver of time, Andres was in danger of becoming the next Goliath to fall before a David.

Darts of improbable accuracy rode through paths known then unknown, somehow matching the instant speed of the thoughts storming in the mind of the Knightfall Don. And in the tiniest windows of opportunity, they succeeded, collapsing the n-Cube from Andres' grasp and heightening the Knightfall's amusement. It vanished, its ashes spread throughout spatial dimensions yet discovered.

In time, he would forge another.

There was no doubting the valiance of his enemy, but there was no denying the certainty of the Knightfall Don. It was time that he end this.

A telekinetic field wrapped over him, supplied by the cosmic energies commanded by the Fifth Force. It arrested every atom that dared near him, suspending all matter and energy as forces harmful and external thrashed and crackled against a barrier that would not yield. The Sun's rays raced down the heavens, the light goldening Andres' field in bright arcs. It was a sight to behold, and as the Fifth Force thrummed and sparked at his fingertips, it was the final sight his foe would behold.

An immaterial grip sought to, nay, dared seize every inch of his foe's brain, attuning its telekinetic squeeze to the quantum stress points of its subatomic structure to deal death by implosion of the brain. But his was a foe of miraculous resilience, one determined to evade the scythe of the Knightfall's super science. Behind his helmet's cold visage, his lips curled into a smirk.

He had analyzed the quantum datacenter of his foe, and Andres - a master of reality's programming language - had engineered quantum code to overwrite his enemy's very essence, to alter the vibrations of the strings, the quantum filaments to which his very existence was owed, and render their rhythm incompatible with the vibrations of reality. A stream of exotic particles - the infection vector - were teleported, their mass disengaged from local spacetime into the core of his foe's being to corrupt his very existence, to turn him into quantum data inoperative in this reality.

He would cease to exist, for the cosmos had deemed it impossible.

@jacob_grayl: LMAO, it was just a test.

@jacob_grayl: Thanks! So long as you'll be the Magneto to my Doom.

@jacob_grayl:

@aenean:

No shadow loomed darker than the silhouette of death itself. For souls old and new, it was the greatest defeat. The end of a dream. The end of a cycle. Yet after the Sun sets, it must rise again to golden the morning sky. Andres was no god among mortals, but the morning star of the Knightfall dynasty.

And when death dared blacken the heavens, he would rise to cast it aglow once more.

His legion of mutants marched ahead, and the Knightfall Don glued the omnipresent eye of his higher senses to the quantum information processed within his foe's soul - following him wherever he went. His powers were a spectacle, one that his enemy's metahuman genes engineered to turn the improbable into the mundane. Omega returned to his side and amusement twitched at the corners of his lips as Andres sighted the invisible glint of a laser heating through the air. It was fast, racing from one end to another with so incalculable a motion that the very binds of causality struggled to retain their integrity.

But as his brain - more exotic star than grey matter - processed the danger a billion times over, time had yet to pass, the universal clock yet to tick. His black cloak had yet to flow, but the Knightfall Don had already moved the crucial inch needed to evade the death ray and cast a spell that would author his foe's undoing. Wizards used wands and staffs to heighten the strength of their spells, Andres - Scientist Supreme - used a different aid altogether, an artifact of dimensional engineering.

The n-Cube.

Replacing Omega in his grasp, the n-Cube shared its might with its master, and the Knightfall Don sought to smite the third spatial dimension - depth - from his foe's very essence, rendering him impossibly flat and so perverting his biochemistry that life would endure no longer. His digestive track would collapse, the pipe stretching from his mouth to bottom splitting his foe in half. Even his DNA - the very lifeblood of all that made him - would unravel, for the double helix cannot exist in two dimensions.

It would spell the end of this extranormal foe before time ever truly flowed. Urging his followers onwards, the Knightfall Don raised a finger to the White House and the n-Cube resumed, doubling then tripling its assault, daring to erase the second of his foe's spatial dimensions, then the first until nothing of him remained. For an object with no length, width or depth, with no means of occupying space, is one whose very existence has been forsaken.

@amara_badaboom:

Should've been up yesterday but better late than never.