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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on Jul 16, 2019 9:38:17 GMT -4
With the villains cornered, Chiyuri was set to fight, anyone that was gonna come at her was gonna get it – a sweet, stylish sword slash across their body, in order to put them down. The creepy young kid couldn't help but smile, he was obviously demented in some way, especially with that spooky-ass mask on. But what the green-clad swordswoman couldn't help but notice was the other villain. She seemed... distant, or something. Like she was mixed up into something she couldn't control. Nonetheless, they were a villain, and they had to get put away, one way or the other – they'd have to worry about their problems in a cold, hard, ce-
And then that scream pierced the deathly nefarious air in Nakano, the once sad and worried looking girl had burst into a supreme fit of pure rage and anger, swinging wildly with a newly drawn knife, dashing straight towards Chiyuri. At this point, her partner had to be close by, but it seemed like it was just her for the moment – no matter, the playing field was equalled anyway thanks to her quirk. As the girl rushed at her, Chiyuri took a step back with her left foot, putting her right forward a bit. Gripping her scabbard, and breathing carefully, she became calmer, yet calmer, reaching into a soft pit of nothingness. For a moment, the world around her became nought but dark, as she felt herself lose her shock, or fear, or anger. With one flick of her sword's hilt, Chiyuri's eyes flashed open, and she dragged her blade out from it's casing, slashing towards the girl's smaller steel, attempting to meet and block it if not break it. “Damn girl, and I thought you'd be the easier one to take in! Aight, if this is what you want, then don't say I didn't warn you, yo!” With these words, the flame of Chiyuri's soul burnt brightly, as she swiftly moved her blade to try and parry the wild storm of the one known as the Painter. Her tricky stabs showed that she was no slouch in close quarters fighting, but not quite as skilled as the emerald emissary of style. Following up from her vicious attacks, Chiyuri would wait for an opening if it came, trying to find the perfect moment to strike, and hopefully hold off until that jacket guy showed up to try and take of the creepy kid.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jul 19, 2019 10:57:31 GMT -4
Niso was…surprised, to say the least at Luzia’s reaction. She watched the pinkette out the corner of his eyes, briefly having dismissed her in the sense he was expecting her to run and removed her as an element in his mind for the upcoming battle, but instead now he saw her screaming, rearing away from her a little in fact just from how much sound she produced, and the eyes behind the translucent white flesh that made the ‘eyes’ of his mask watched her run off towards the weird girl with the sword, chuckling with glee as he watched her just go on a rampage against her, and the back up she had still wasn’t on the scene.
“Well well well! I should have given you that gift sooner if it would have brought out the painter!~” he chimed, oblivious to how she was feeling and just wanting to join in the fun now present before him. With makeshift weapon in hand he charged in behind the two of them, coiling himself low behind Luzia, using the light trail she likely made to help hide her approach, and as Luzia felt the longer steel meet her tiny Knife, Niso would leap up over her from behind, attempting to slam down his makeshift weapon down upon the vigilante that was dealing with them, trying to strike them while they were left wide open from their ‘drawn strike’ motion.
“Hands off my painter!~” he chimed out, grinning wildly and it showed even through his mask.
(sorry it's short)
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 2, 2019 20:56:26 GMT -4
CLANG!
Luzia gasped, shock, fear, pain shaking through her; it echoed through her arm like she punched a wall. It hurt. It hurt bad, it threw her back, her knife nearly flew out of her hand! It hurt... but it was wrong. It was wrong, it was wrong, it was wrong! WRONG! It didn't hit body! It didn't stab her! She blocked it! The knife was almost thrown out of her hand! It wasn't right! Her knife was supposed to cut! It was supposed to stab! That's what knives did! That's what she did! But this bitch stopped that!
The Painter's eyes were wide in shock, the briefest moment letting sheer surprise at being stopped, at not succeeded be visible... but the red was filled with anger again, fury and hatred, as this bitch[/i] looked at her. She was smirking! Like she had already won! NO! IT WAS HER TURN TO WIN! SHE WASN'T GONNA LOSE LIKE EVERY OTHER TIME!
She screamed again, letting it out from the bottom of her lungs. Normally she'd be quiet, she'd be stealthy, but right now, it didn't matter, she stayed quiet so the cops wouldn't show. These people, whoever they were, already were. Besides, they made Niso hate her, they didn't even go down quickly! She swung her knife again, and again, and again, and again, stabbing and cutting, trying to draw even just a single drop of blood. She wanted to see their blood, she wanted to hear them scream! She wanted to hear their screams turn into gurgles! They deserved it! It was their fault! Every single time, every stab and every swing, she just got air... or pain. The damned pain! This bitch kept blocking her, and it wasn't right! It didn't feel right, nothing in her body liked it!
"STOP BLOCKING YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
The Painter swung again, roaring at her again, but her swing was interrupted. She let out a sudden 'gack' sound; something pressed on her head, shoving her down a little. She stumbled back, looking up in surprise, gasping as she managed to look forward again just in time for Niso to swing his pipe down. "Hands... what...?" She almost parroted him, her anger gone, for a moment, as she struggled to understand. He hated her... but... he was protecting her?
She had no time to dwell on it, though, she heard something coming. She whirled around, and went wide-eyed. It was the other guy! It was the other one... the other one that wanted to stop her... that wanted to put her down... that made Niso hate her. She could feel her anger bubbling up again, and she gripped her knife tighter. This was another person that made Niso hate her. This was someone else that made her life a living hell!
Her hands trembled a moment, her fury growing, then, as it reached a new peak, rushed over to him in a burst of light. "BASTAAAARD!" She roared at him, then swung her knife down. This time, she didn't feel the pain, she didn't feel that weird, ugly feeling in her arm. The knife kept going! ...But, something was still wrong. There was... a noise. The Painter froze, her weight forward, but staying balanced. There was something wrong, but she couldn't place it... not until she looked at her knife. She gasped, her eyes shooting open, looking up at the man she had attacked, half a knife barely hanging in her hand before finally dropping with a soft clatter, a sharp, almost painful cold squeezing around her heart.
There was no cut on him.
(WC 600)
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Post by Brandon Drake on Aug 2, 2019 23:48:24 GMT -4
Christ this lady can scream. He rushes towards the duo and his new partner, not noticing that the usual time limit on his quirk isn't running out. In fact, it's still going strong. He doesnt heed note on this, instead focusing his sight on the two assholes who were causing a huge ruckas on this city. Chiyuri managed to avoid most of it, but it was mostly by chance and due to the Painter losing focus. Now she's going at it like a wild beast, with no rhyme or reason. She really was insane, he thought to himself as he rushes towards then.
He finally was able to catch up, with Niso about to strike Chiyuri from behind. Gaining more speed, he rushes forward and readies a fist. FIrst chance he gets, he's gonna knock that weird ass mask off of his face (if it even is possible. If it's not...he's still gonna try to knock that weird ass mask off his face.) His eyes glared beneath the visor as he grips his scaled covered fist harder, and, in a few seconds...
Brandon slams his fist against Niso's face's direction with all of his might.
Even if it does or doesn't hit, he'll cause a large enough gap for all of them to rethink their positions, meaning chiyuri will have some ample time to get her bearings. But if he managed to strike his face, it'll be a massive bonus on his end. Poor kid didn't see it coming, what with him focusing too much on trying to backstab Chiyuri. Anyway, wonder how the psycho she's with is dealing with his sudden appearanc-
She's gotten louder. Ow, god, right in his ear. It feels as if she grabbed his head, dragged herself near his eardrums, and played at max volume the loudest metal song ever. Now knows how Kent feels whenever complains about how loud he himself is. Readying her knife, she strikes him down, severely injuring Brandon's tendons and finishing him off with a single strike! At least, that's probably what she thinks will happen. No, it'll just be a simple blunt attack, usually happens whenever a knife strikes against his fully formed scales.
The knife broke.
From the outside, the vigilante known as Drag-On only showed mild surprise at the knife breaking. Thanks to his helmet, his shocked and aghast expression was covered up, leaving behind the facade of a cool and composed vigilante. He looks at her. "..." Then readies his fist. He pushes her off, and looks at Chiyuri. "You need help or you want me to handle the kid?" He asks her, with a slight growl on his voice and steam pouring out of his arms. Soon it will reach max temp, so he'll have to end this soon lest he overheats. "Either way...they're not getting away without a fight." He growls, with a smirk beneath his visor. He readies his boxing pose as he looks at the duo. Either one Chiyuri tells him will face the wrath of Drag-On.
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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on Aug 3, 2019 8:42:31 GMT -4
The repeated slashings and stabbings from the Painter girl were no sweat, such wild and predictable movements were easy to spot for a trained swordswoman like Chiyuri. The visible anger on her face wasn't exactly gratifying, she was going psycho over what was a clear lapse in judgement, but it did provide some help – 'If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him', or her in this case. The guttural yell, the cry for Chiyuri to stop, almost made her laugh. “Girl, if you think I'm stoppin' for even a sec, you're crazier than I thought! Get some better skills maybe, yo!” she said, not letting up her matching strikes to parry and block her slasher-movie offense. However, as if out of nowhere, the rowdy kid in the just plain creepy mask busted through, trying a leap straight over his 'queen' or whatever he'd called her to slam some kind of street trash turned weapon right down onto Chiyuri – a bogus move, but at least it seemed they had some kind of chemistry in how they fought together. Speaking of chemistry however, it only made sense that her backup would arrive just in the nick of time. As the boy went for the move, yet another figure appeared – cool jacket guy, trying to leap and land a sick punch to the face on the punk. Using the chance, she moved back out of the way, but didn't really get to see if he got that hit in or not – shame, it might have been cool. The Painter was now dashing towards him, similar to how she did to Chiyuri, but a little different – as she went for a stab, the knife just broke on the dude, leaving her in awe. Hearing his question, the emerald vigilante gave a smirk: “You take Arts and Crafts, I'll deal with Chucklefuck over here.” she said, turning back to the creepy young kid. Holding her blade up, and looking at the grip, she wondered – was it time? She hadn't tested with the sword yet, only really working over sandbags and a training dummy she found in the garbage of U.A with pipes and stuff, but if they were serious, then she might have to get serious too. Yeah. It was time. “Aight punk, you best get ready, cause you're in for a new dimension in pain!” Grabbing the grip with one hand, and holding the bottom of her sword with the other, Chiyuri began to pull, each one letting out a mechanised yell out of the sword of “Let's go!”. Each pull made the sword vibrate a little more, and after about five or six, with one more mighty pull, the sword lit ablaze in a green fire, lighting up the dim alley. “YEAH!” yelled Chiyuri, glad that her little trinket was working right. As the fire waved on her blade, a small pumping beat began, getting her all kinds of pumped up. “I call this: Tempo Overflow! And it spells some bad news for you, punk!”
Is it TL;DR time? I think it's TL;DR time.- Chiyuri continues to block Luzia's attacks - Sees Niso coming, (somewhat hopefully) intercepted by Brandon - Uses the kerfuffle to move out of the way - Tells Brandon to Vincent Van Go(gh) for Luzia - Activates Tempo Overflow, ready to attack Niso in her next turn (the 3 post limit of Tempo Overflow starts when she attacks proper)
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 5, 2019 5:44:42 GMT -4
The last thing Niso really remembered he was launching himself down through the air to strike the girl that had been the target of his painter, and then, a blinding flash of pain radiating through his entire face. His body trembled from it’s care as the pain radiated outward, shocking through his shoulders and forcing his body to follow it’s unnatural instinct of loosening up in the face of danger. His lightweight frame easily was sent rocketing backwards across the ground, skimming twice before crashing down into a more stable position, the Dark chaos child somehow still holding onto his weapon, the white eyes of his mask sharply darting back to the action as he tried to register what had happened, some slight tearing of the flesh of his mask was apparent from the patch, but such minor wounds soon healed up as his smashed nose beneath followed suit, a harsh crack sounding out as the bones began to right themselves.
“2 on 2 again eh? Well I suppose if things have to be fair…”
Niso’s body rose from the ground like a puppet on strings, his muscle fibres working together to drag his body up, not pushing itself off the ground persay, but the muscles tightening around joints, forcing him upright in an unnatural manner. The white smile of his mask got even wider as his opponent seemed to choose him, standing between him and his painter. They even took the time to ‘power up’, bringing an eery little giggle from behind his fleshen mask.
“Well isn’t this fun! Had your shonen moment have you!? How delightful for you! Tell me, after you’re done here are you going to eat a bowel of ramen? Then you’ll be hitting ALL the tropes!~ hehehehe!~” With a snickering little giggle, Niso’s body suddenly lurched forward with unnatural speed. Not to say that he was fast persay, but he accelerated alarmingly quickly, forcing his body to move up to the 11th gear right from the start and rushing his opponent. He came in low, but suddenly lurched upwards, seeming to go for a strike from an upward angle down upon the blade wilding woman.
But whether she attempted to block, or deflect, a strike was never his plan.
“Out of my way!”
With the swing of his arm, he attempted to hook the makeshift weapon about t the back of her neck. If she tried to stop her arm, his elbow would dislocate around her block and his arm would continue to loop around her, using her as a leverage point as he flipped his whole body over her. He continued to rush, ignoring her entirely, coming in behind the other foe and slamming the metallic pipe he was using across the back of their head, likely bending the thing in the process, but the force behind his strike, and the blunt nature of it, likely managed to do something if he caught them by surprise.
tldr
Took a punch to the face
Starting to heal that attack, rose eerily from the ground
I was assuming chiyuri stands between him and Brandon
Rushed at chiyrui
Looks like he’s striking them, actually uses them as a leverage point and does everything to get past them
Tries to strike Brandon across the back of the head.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Sept 3, 2019 22:57:10 GMT -4
"Guh!"
Luzia, still in shock, was shoved back, stumbling backwards a few steps. She regained her balance, but it was on pure instinct, planting her feet to stare at the guy that was running. Over and over, in her head, a single sentence went through her head, like the city train, but the track was smaller than a city block:
The knife broke.
She couldn't wrap her head around it; that never, ever happened to her. Ever. People dodged. People blocked. But people never broke it. He broke it. He broke it. He broke it. He broke her fucking knife. That meant he was winning, that meant that he was happy, that meant that he was going to rub it in her face!
She didn't like that.
A thin, wispy gas started leaking out of her arms, at first a light purple, but shifting into a bright pink and then into a harsh red as the mist turned into a glowing plasma, starting to swirl around her arms. She was hating this two more and more... thehy were winning, they were laughing at her, and they made Niso hate her!
She wasn't very good with this trick. She was better with her art; she was strong, but focusing her quirk was different. It hurt her brain if she did it too long, but these people... they had to pay, they had to die, they had to bleed!. That would fix everything! Their pooling blood, theirg screams of pain, them running trying to save their own horrible lives! That's how this would fix!
Finally, the neon focused around her hand, forming into a shape that vaguely resembled a knife. This was a hard trick, but she didn't have a choice right now. She wanted to fuck this bastards up! More neon flowed out of her as she snarled, finally looking back at the woman that was playing such annoying music. While Niso tried to hit the bastard that broke her knife, neon exploded out of her back, launching her forward to stab at woman.
"DON'T' FUCKING BLOCK THIS TIME!"
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Made a knife out of her neon.
Launched forward at speed to stab Chiyuri.
(WC 348)
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Post by Brandon Drake on Sept 4, 2019 0:22:14 GMT -4
Shit, that kid didn't stay down...wow that's a rare sentence to think of. All Brandon try to do was keep the kid down by slugging him straight in the face, and apparently that resulted in him ragdolling himself back up. It looks a bit creepy, not gonna. Luckily, his partner in crime seems to be doing fine. Not sure about the crazy artist chick, though. He looks at Niso, who seems to be trying to get his groove back after being bashed right in the face. Shounen moment, hell is he talking about? Also its' not ramen night tonight! It's chicken katsu night! The fuck is he trying to imply right now? He growls a bit at he focuses more on the girl, since that's what Chiyuri told him...is that a techno sword? The fuck? Al-alright, I guess....
He regains his focus as he looks at the girl who is apparently freaking out now. She is starting to glow a bit. What should he do? Should he try to get a hit in? Or should he smother her with swearing hot steam, as if you're sticking your hand in a water heater and getting severe burns from it? Seems to make more sense. More vent scales pop out of the coat as they start to release heavy amounts of steam. Need to keep it regulated a bit or else you'll burn out, Brandon the mental voice of Kent reminds him. He readies a guarding stance as he prepares for her attack, not expecting the guy with the pipe's attack on the back of his head.
THWAK, right on the helmet! Fuck! That fucking hurts! He stumbles back, holding his helmet in place trying to regain his posture, while steam keeps burning up. He can't let it die down, he needs to heat these fuckers up! Both this weird kid and-Fuck where did she go? "OI, MUSIC GIRL! LOOK OUT" is what he wanted to say, but he just let out a loud scream towards Chiyuri's direction, still releasing steam near the vicinity.
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starts releasing hot steam near Niso and Luziza (and indirectly Chiyuri), is hit but helmet keeps him in the game, kinda.
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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on Sept 4, 2019 6:42:15 GMT -4
God, Tempo Overflow was so cool. Chiyuri was ecstatic it was even working, but the best part was that she'd get to try it out on these fools. And it seemed the time was at hand – that snotty kid was lurching up, and made a mad dash straight for her! He made quite the leap, but that wasn't gonna stop him from feeling this hot shit, oh no no no. His angle was awkward for the attack, making for a particularly tough counter opportunity – kid did his homework. But as Chiyuri readied herself for anything the kid had, nothing came of it. Until the pipe hit her in the back of the neck, that is. The kid made a fuckin' diversion, the tricky shit. He didn't want her, he wanted cool jacket guy. Needed to learn his name at some point. After they got these two, maybe. As the kid launched over her, going for said guy, who was releasing more and more steam by the second, as the pipe collided with his head. He seemed to take it well enough, but the yell was what mattered. It was a switch plan, that crazy neon bitch was getting ready to go for Chiyuri, a total turnaround. Well, she hadn't summoned her copy for nothing. Time to bust out some more sick skills. “Yo, help me out, girl!” she said to the green version of herself. Getting in front of Chiyuri, the clone began to charge up, and fired out a wave of energy towards the psycho girl. “Take this, fool: Sunlight's Dance!” Gotta hype up the clone, right? The wave moved pretty fast and all, but that was mainly a ploy to get her at bay. The real attack was coming up. Chiyuri lay in wait for the girl, her sword charged with Tempo Overflow. “If you can survive that shit, then you ain't gonna find me blockin', bitch!” she shouted to her impromptu paint-crazed opponent. It might be time to bust out the burst.
TL;DR:- Niso leaps over Chiyuri, hooking her neck in an awkward way - Gets Brandon's message, looks out for Luzia - Gets her copy to come over, fires out its ranged attack primarily to buy time, but can also damage if Luzia is hit
- If that doesn't work, Chiyuri is ready to attack Luzia when she comes with Tempo Overflow
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Post by Niso Konto on Sept 30, 2019 15:51:19 GMT -4
(sorry for the poor post quality on this one in advance)
Niso felt like they had the upper hand by far here. They were fast and unpredictable, and these two vigilantes were constantly on the back foot which made the dark little chaos child chuckle. "Get 'em babe!~" he'd chime out to Luzia. he didn't even fully realized he'd called her 'babe' or what that could mean in her head. TO him it was just something he'd heard people say to eachother when addressing eachother in movies and TV shows. His eyes focused on Brandon, the armored one, and decisively in his eyes, the least active of their two opponents.
The steam blew out towards him and Niso would use Luzia's own momentum in chargig at Chiyuri. As Luzia passed by him, he'd grab her arm and yank her in the same direction to increase her speed, getting her out of the worst of the steam before it even hit, hissing as it blew over him and started to burn his skin
very...very briefly.
See Niso's endurance didn't come from specifically tougher skin. It came from constantly adapting to the incoming damage. He ragdolled through a harsh punch. He shifted his organs out of danger zones. Now, when you're faced with steam, your body sweats. The cleansing sensation of a steam room was from extensive sweat. Thing was, sweat too much in a humid air and it becomes uncomfortable. Niso shut off his sweat glands, and started pumping his blood MUCH faster. In result, he was panting like a dog as he tried to get rid of his heat through his breaths, but it meant the steam had a much less apparent affect on him directly. His gaze narrowed and he rushed in, swinging his pipe wildly at Brandon.
Tldr
Niso adapted his body to the steam (Endurance C) and rushed in to attack Brandon.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Nov 2, 2019 19:46:11 GMT -4
Luzia saw the steam coming; through her glare, through her fury, the steam broke through as a threat. It came to her like a wall, and she could almost feel the heat rushing for her. For a split second, her hate gave way to surprise. It came too fast, though, especially when her literally running into it; she saw it coming, but she couldn't react to it. She was going to be hit by it.
But she was wrong. She felt something grab her arm, and before she could react to that, it flung her away, keeping her ona path she could keep running, but also throwing her out of the steam blast. Luzia went wide-eyed, her eyes flicking back in confusion, but with the green... thing moving in front of her, she had to kept her eyes forward, she could only barely see what had happened. Everything was moving so fast, but she could see it charging something up, it did it in her arms, just like she did, whatever this thing was, it was ready to attack!
She was confused. Why did Niso help her? Didn't he hate her?
Her anger was slipping away, and her mind was confused, but her body helped her react; the blade disappeared from her hand, waves of misty light swirling around her forearms. She met a wave with a wave, the two forces slamming into each other, spreading out dramatically as the Painter's forward momentum suddenly stopped, letting her feet lightly touch the ground, surprised at the thing she just did.
Why was Niso helping her? Didn't he hate her? Didn't she hate this lady for making him hate her? Why was this even so confusing?! It was supposed to be simple! She got angry, she found someone, she killed, and then she felt better! That's how this is supposed to go! Why was she fighting back?!
"Damnit..."
Luzia huffed her words out, confusion making her thoughts swirl in her head like a shit-filled toilet that wouldn't flush. She held her head as the thoughts started to almost hurt, both hands squeezing, fingers clawing at her skull. "Damnit damnit damnit!" She grit her teeth, then growled, throwing her hand down suddenly, making another neon knife for herself, shooting her eyes up at the green thing. Suddenly, her other hand shot up, firing a beam at the green thing, trying to blast right through it, unaware that the plasma nature of her neon might have given her an edge with that task... or might not.
Range wasn't her strong suit; she could do it, but she was a close quarters sort of girl. With a roar, she rushed forward, swinging her new blade to try to cut this bitch that was making everything horrible.
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Luzia used her own gaseous wave to neutralize the attack wave going both directions, making an explosion more noise than force.
Stops and angsts for a couple seconds.
Makes a neon knife, then tries a surprise beam through the Chiyuri's construct, then goes for a stab at Chiyuri.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Nov 2, 2019 21:28:53 GMT -4
Well fuck him, this kid isn't down for the count. In fact, he seems to be getting used to this blistering heat. Tha-that isn't good. Normally people would get annoyed and get stuck on their tracks, but not this kid. He's enjoying this steam as if it were a simple sauna, letting his pours explode in relief. But he appears to be panting more. Is he tired? Or is his body overheating? In fact, now that he's thinking, after getting his bearings from that surprise head smash...his own body is starting to overheat. He has to get this to end soon.
As he swings the pipe towards him, he raises his scale covered arm to block it. If his scales are strong, then it should be enough to hold itself from a pipe. Sure it'll sting, but he had far worse, like the recent pipe beating on the head. If it does works and his scales managed to take the brunt of the damage, he'll use that short period of time to swing his body in towards a upperhook. If he's just gonna get up over and over from being hurt, at the very least make him stagger a little bit. You can't bullshit getting hit from under the chin, even if you can regen.
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Post by quizzity on Dec 25, 2019 15:15:09 GMT -4
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