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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 27, 2012 19:20:48 GMT -5
Just gonna pop in real quick and clarify what I consider acceptable for combos. Attacks that make up combos shouldn't be able to draw significant amounts of blood or otherwise inflict significant harm on their own. Hence punches, kicks, tail whips, throwing into buildings, etc generally being fine (though the throwing can admittedly be borderline, depending on how it's done). That's also why things like bites from powerful jaws, slashes from large claws/blades, stabbings with large pointy objects, etc generally aren't usable in combos even if they're not explicitly listed in the monsters' Attacks/Powers. Combos are about multiple weak attacks being strung together in rapid succession to made the equivalent of a single moderate attack.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2012 20:38:44 GMT -5
ooc: well then, I shall pick up back up and what not.
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Luckily Vorion was from losing his lunch from the UCA stepping in. Slowly he was getting up, and so was Rhyvox as he was assaulted badly enough to be slow to get back up. But Vorion was on his feet first, and pissed as ever as he normally was. Just as Rhyvox was up, he reeled back and let his fist fly with furry! He flew back from the blow, and the sound of 909's nose(or what is close enough to a real nose) cracking from the blow was such a satisfying sound that Vorion could listen to over and over for an hour to come if it was on a mix tape.
Being knocked senseless sure brought Rhyvox back to 100%. He rolled over and swung around just as Vorion bore down on him, catching the Ogresaur's wrists in each of his fists. While catching him, the gun upon the Parrakappa's shoulder shot to life, aimed directly at Vorion's face and released a powerful shot, engulfing his face in fire and smoke. Vorion recoiled back, holding his face... and Rhyvox came forth, bringing that Thorny Gauntlet up and striking Vorion in the head again.
Trying to hold himself up, Vorion slowly regained his vision enough to block yet another blow and counter with his own. He caught the metal hand coming at him in one claw, glaring in his enemies general direction. Enough of this shit! He yanked the metal hand back, pulling the arm and the rest of Rhyvox with it! Rhybox sure didn't see that coming, but he sure saw the fits that again, slug him right in the nose... if not already bleeding bad, it sure was not! It squirted blood like a bloody fountain.
Now Vorion had hold of the chain and swung it around, the metal fist at the end. He used it like an over sized ball-and-chain, swinging Rhyvox's own weapon right at him.
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Post by Blerhwave on Sept 28, 2012 0:20:27 GMT -5
Rhyvox ducks and allows his tool to flee past him overhead. Once he's in the clear, the Parakappa war-machine tramples forward, admittedly looking awkward while dashing because of the unusual looking legs he was grafted with, but he crosses the distance with his torso slightly shifted to the left, the corresponding arm stretched out. Rhyvox tramples more towards the right than in a straight line, the reason to be revealed in just tens of more meters... The bioweapon with vengeance on his mind is finally at the appropriate mark, so he twists his torso to the right and brings the outstretched arm forward, hitting so hard that Vorion is lifted in the air with spines driven through the tendered armor of the stomach. Rhyvox hastily brings his hand back, the chain disappearing into the inside of the forearm being reeled back up. At the same time, Ogresaurus Vorion's limbs swing back and forth. Gravity pulls Vorion down against the sturdy casting of lances. Although broken apart by the Zios Cannon (which is what allowed the pin-covered gauntlet to perforate Vorion's abdomen), the state of the armor's "natural rock" does not go wasted; the armor, although broken up, prevents the skewers from passing deep enough to lacerate organs and anything vital.
Active pain inhabits Vorion's lacerated division. The gauntlet is baptized with the ogre's juicy gore, the warm liquid contradiction the steel material's coldness. Speaking of the cold temperature, it inflicts an awkward feeling in Vorion's gut. There's a lot of soreness abiding in the tract from being suspended off the ground on the bed of nails. The stomach muscles have been continuing to bloom fresh pain from their plundered capacity. Vorion has to be put down before the pain becomes to flagrant for even the furious likes of the blue bully, but the chimera is out of reach for a punch! That leaves one option; Vorion places his paws on his aggressor's bicep. A shock of great magnitude relegates from the attacked, to the attacker. It takes three "Mississippi's" for the chimera a la Parakappa to unleash a pain-inspired howl, and another two seconds for him to drop Vorion free from spiky torture.
Rhyvox irately swings his body around, crashing fist and whip through buildings individually and abolishing their structural integrity. Vorion gets to his feet, but in all his pain-numbing rage, he comforts his bleeding gut by cradling it with an arm. Rhyvox manages to control his temper enough to visualize the angry ogre and deal punishment to him instead of buildings. In other terms, he gives his blind rage some sight. At first, chimera 909 moves his fingers to check for/prevent stiffness because of what his bullying quarry had done. The hand is cleared, then tightened into a fist before being thrown forward; at first, that means the arm is extended straight, but then the fist is literally thrown forward. The wrecking ball commutes roughly 200 meters, which is 50 [meters] short of being the total height of one Vorion stacked atop another, before jacking into the opposing kaiju's gut. That 200 meters build up of thrust is a factor in the flare-up of pain that stems.
Vorion manages to dull the pain but only slightly, because the metal mit compresses against a tendered, bruised stomach that's been bayoneted. The stomach has been hit with the blunt covering, not the knuckle spikes A spurt of blood unexpectedly courses up Vorion's tract to occupy his mouth. The copperish taste is refreshing for Vorion, and gives him comfort amidst the torture. It also makes him hungry for a hunk of meat, but the only option on the menu is Rhyvox's disgusting, alien extremities. Rhyvox yanks his appendage backwards. When the fist nears the Parakappa amalgam's shoulder, the chain clanks all the way back into place. Ogresaurus can stay standing, he's adjusted to the pain. Not completely...but enough. Never has prey defied him this much. Vorion is angry enough to be at risk for popping a blood vessel. The punch has removed the clots formed in the slices of the stomach, seeing blood pool atop the target makes Rhyvox curious. Upon examination, the tops of his fingers have light percolations of Ogresaurus Badassus' blood. The Terrible picks up a building to toss at his pursuer, but '909' punches through it with his augmented glove. Crumbs burst from the building no longer intact. Vorion's maneuver has failed, pushing him to a point of anger where his stomach wound is no longer under consideration.
The Terrible clenches his fist so hard that the Parakappa ship picks up the crack of bone with their audio scanners. Rhyvox welcomes the increased competition...but before The Terrible can attack, Rhyvox throws a wide punch, leaning his right side backwards and twisting his torso forwards to move with the punch, adding that extra unf to it. The adept right hook is rewarded with a crack- the skull does not crack. It's likely the crunch of the protective layer.
Vorion's head twists so quickly that he pulls a nerve. He can feel a welt grow where the fist has stricken. For a normal kaiju, this feat of overwhelming the natural body is nigh-impossible, but the inorganic state of Rhyvox's pummeling tool gives him that necessary ingredient to hit as hard as he just did; to produce the achieved result. By no means is it a miracle cure for surpassing Vorion's protection. In fact, Rhyvox had just put so much into the punch, that the impact against crust dents the top of his fingers. Now, the digits are moving with some sluggishness. At least the increased malfunction is not in vain.
With a shake of his head, The Terrible shakes clean the very light sheathe of disclarity from his awareness. The community of blows to the head racked up gives the terrorizer a headache. His level of grievance is too critical to acknowledge the throbbing, though. The trade-off of whose turn it is has come, but before it happens, Rhyvox sends a wave of fury The Terrible's way, courtesy of back-active Stormweaver...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2012 20:56:19 GMT -5
Just as Vorion was on his knees, he was struck with a surge of energy that was not like he usually dealt himself. It was strange, alien, and it attempted to burn his body like electricity should. But it was still an electricity source. It acted like electricity, and down to it, IT WAS electricity. Simply enhanced by the alien Parrakappa race. The organs in and around his spinal cord caught the current and channeled it into storage, trapping it within him.
Slowly he got to his feet... while Rhyvox seemed to be confused that the blow he sent seemed to just vanish as it had hit him. When Vorion turned around... it was fairly clear as the charge glowed deep within his eyes. If Rhyvox's attack had done anything, it simply amped up his foe. Vorion's entire body surged with sparks. Pulling back his arms, he threw them forward and bolts of powerful lightning arced forward in a blinding flash, and struck the beast who first threw it! Before Rhybox could move, he was struck with the current and sent flying back into the ruble of the last block that had been stomped through already. His fur was singed, skin about the same. His nerves flickered and flashed. For the moment, he couldn't move properly.
And Vorion liked that. He rubbed his wounded gut, and planned to return the favor the Parrakappa gave. Eying a large towering item, seemingly a radio tower of some sort. He grasped it with both claws and ripped it from the ground. Now he carried it over to the fallen and paralyzed gorilla'shark. When Rhyvox looked up, he saw a grinning Ogresaurus pulling back his weapon like a bat. His eyes widened...
WAM! WAM! WAM! WAM-WAM-WAM-WAM-WAM!
About after the tenth strike, the tower had fallen apart... and Rhyvox's face was black, blue, red and swollen. A couple a missing teeth, and one eye slightly blocked by swollen flesh. Vorion tossed the remainder of his weapon and smiled like a cocky teenager. But done was he? No... He brought back his hoofed foot, ready to kick his enemy while he was down...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 29, 2012 14:01:46 GMT -5
Rockets burst against Vorion's rocky hide no sooner than the twisted tower fell from his hands. The tough skin of the ogre was split deeply, and his blood ran down in rivers to the sound of the howls of the hooved brute.
"UNFAIR BATTLE TACTIC BY VORION!"
(Didn't take any damage, Aka. And ignoring Soundwave's specific instructions that the alien lightning effects even electricity-immune monsters is pretty low. The double-combo is also technically illegal, but since there was no third attack in your post, I won't penalize you further.
Sorry about not catching that the first time around, was busy last night and planned to read over it later. Will be more thorough in the future.
Also, still two more posts.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2012 15:32:48 GMT -5
ooc: aint my fault Soundwave has a wall of text that takes 2 hours to read... though my lack of attention to Vorion's damage I have no excuse for. Carry on and what not, Soundwave.
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Post by Blerhwave on Sept 29, 2012 19:19:55 GMT -5
Soundwave has a wall of text that takes 2 hours to read e____e The interception made by the Universal Clash Arena's hidden systems in the city lets Rhyvox get up. Despite the beating he has taken, his Hercules-like build helps in handling damage, particularly of the physical kind. Vorion is too amped up on indignation and adrenaline to stay down even through the UCA's authoritative punishment. Even through deeply breached body armor and pouring blood that has changed 86% of the blue color of the skin. The Terrible douses the immediate area around the Parakappa's second chimeric product with his unusual flame that has unusual properties, just like Rhyvox's current from Stormweaver. Rhyvox's good eye widens out of surprise, his mouth drops open, then his form is taken by the fire. Vorion's ignorant laughter is a demonic tonality, being roared as he walks through the city- towards the back of it, with his arms straight and pointing up towards the sky victoriously. But there's a new noise that catches Vorion's attention... Before he can turn around to get to the root of the soft and subtle noise, sounding like a light gust of wind, his lower back catches the source; the discarded doomsaw had been picked up and projected like a frisbee. It does not possess the penetration properties as if it were launched from the tail, which is the key to Rhyvox the juggernaut being able to still use it according to the rules. Rhyvox initially held the circular saw to the flames he's been inside to heat up the construct. The saw crunches through the lower back's light sheath of armor, eroded by the UCA's weapons and its cutting capability promoted by the heat that Rhyvox instilled into it. The hot edges of the doomsaw sear the edges of pierced skin and the muscle in the lower back. Vorion growls once the armament breaks through his body. His arms reach behind to try and get a grip on the impaled Parakappa weapon, but it is perfectly placed in a spot that the terrible ogresaurus cannot properly reached; at best, he can make contact with his fingers. The avian Ogresaurus turns in time to watch his victory lap be proven premature; Rhyvox steps out of the fire with burns against his body. Several spots have skin singed completely away and fur dusted away. Rhyvox looks like he's walked through a track of fire in Hell, dawning burns at least second degree in nature. His right fist throws sparks out from the sides, out of openings in the grafted weapon. Occasional surges of electricity appear along the surface of the barbaric tool; repairs are ludicrously imperative. The fist has one, maybe two good uses left in it in this damaged state. The UCA divulges that the match is close to over, so Rhyvox flexes his muscles to overcome his awareness of his body's powerful ache, then starts running forward, planning to use his possible last employment of his ranged weapon. Vorion has his temper to fall back on and eliminate pain, Rhyvox has his strength and brute body to counteract soreness and pain. It's not as numbing as Vorion's rage, but it is all Rhyvox has, and the important thing is that it can hold back some degree of pain, instead of being unable to affect any stimuli to the nerves. Seeing Rhyvox run tickles Vorion Ogresaurus' funny bone each time, he cannot hold back laughter from the site, despite the burning pain (+3 style for pun) in his lower back. Rhyvox calls on extra stored length in his right arm for this turn's use of the distant fist throw, locking the appendage's grip into the side of a manufactured rock-like tower towards the peak. It works in Rhyvox's favor that the fist malfunctions and remains permanently gripped, giving him peace of mind over his fist losing its grip and his impending attack failing. Rhyvox pulls back some chain to eliminate slack and swings towards The Terrible from a fair distance away, allowing him to build up force. The chimeric enforcer picks up Vorion with his legs and starts recanting the chain. The two swing up and straight forwards the jagged wall. Once the doomsaw in Vorion's back touches the wall, Rhyvox throws his knee into Vorion's gut, damaged from being suspended against the spiked gauntlet. Being kneed drives the saw blade a few meters (in the single digits) deeper into the back, through muscle. Specimen 909 then brings his second knee into Vorion's right side, hitting the vulnerable point hard with the solid and blunt body part. Rhyvox's body swings away from Vorion after being pushed from the knee hit; with nothing to keep Vorion there, he falls, landing on his hind quarters about 450 meters down (this being a roughly 700 meter tall placement in the city, larger than the usual 400 meter tall ones). Vorion being sandwiched against the pillar with the forcible kick of sorts loosens a medium sized "boulder", which falls down and cracks against Vorion's head, just in front of the base of the horns (by my count, that's 4 maneuvers in the combo attack that IR and MM approved. 1.) kneeing him in the gut, 2.) kneeing him in the right kidney, 3.) him landing on his bum and 4.) the boulder hitting his head)[/color]. Landing on his ass so hard sent a surge of pain up the ogre's spine, one that detonated once it passed through the sliced muscle but shrunk after passing the area. Vorion gets up but staggers at first from a sore kidney, a painful back wound, and a grown headache. He leans his right arm against the formation to keep balance. Unacceptable pain attacks Vorion's senses from multiple sources, all at once. Rhyvox tries to open his fist, but it is frozen still. The bouncer-class living weapon aims to drop, but to do it, he attaches the fist by retracting the leash, then forcefully rips his hand clutching the side away from the tower. Rhyvox free-falls, his left arm positioned in a 90degree angle. Vorion investigates towards the sky after hearing Rhyvox's low-tone roar, angling his vision just in time to see Rhyvox elbow-drop the left eye. Ogresaurus Terrible's legs become rubbery and he falls to the ground. Rhyvox impacts against his legs, creating soreness to fill them from hitting hard from close to 700 meters up, the equivalent of between 6 and 7 Vorion's stacked atop eachother. Now the two destroyers are equal in terms of sight, because the blunt hit catalyzes the skin around the eye to swell up without waisting time. Before it swells shut, the eye sees with blurry vision from such a hard strike. Rhyvox hits his hand against the ground to reset the joints, and it works; he takes turns opening and closing his fist to keep the digits lose at the points of articulation. Rhyvox grabs the doomsaw and finally pulls it out of Vorion. The disoriented Gabara of his own dimension moans in relief without the figurative thorn in his side. For the next sum of seconds, the ogre cannot hold onto complete thoughts in his current impaired condition. He has taken too many hits to the noggin, and they haven't been delicate, either. Blood trickles down the cheek like a tear from the ballooned eye. Vorion The Terrible quickly but ineffectively gets to his feet, having to hold the base of the tower to stay standing. The hammerhead gorilla-shark projects his final 18-array of missiles at sluggish Vorion's backside, targeting the upper and lower back...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2012 20:36:00 GMT -5
ooc: Hey its true, you write LONG things in none step paragraphs. Not an insult, but it is incredibly hard to follow lot of the time. Anyway, lets wrap this up.
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The missiles came like a reign of fire, striking Vorion and the are around him, leaving a massive cloud of fire and smoke that blurred out Vorion's basic outline. The building he leaned on crumbled around him, but he stayed on his feet... he huffed and panted, tired as can be... Harder breathing since he was in the cloud of destruction. He was covered in wounds, bleeding bad from the UCA and Rhyvox's weaponry...
Still, he pressed forward. He turned, glaring with his yellow eyes from inside the dust and smoke. He lifted his arms, flexing his fists. With a snort of blue flame, he gestured with both claws; come at me!
Rhyvox certainly did not wanna disappoint. Kicking off, he charged forward, prepared to bash Vorion until he passed out. But Vorion, having a somewhat clearer sense of fighting at the very moment... Well, he had other plans. He let Rhyvox come, but instead of fighting back... he gave way. He let himself fall backwards just as the Parrakappa made it too him. Expecting anything but this, Rhyvox stumbled forward atop Vorion. Perfect. Vorion had his feet pointed up, catching Rhyvox by his gut. What did he do next? Exactly what you think he did. He kicked up, sending Rhybox airborne up into the sky! Quickly to his feet, Vorion pulled back just as he came back down and swung his elbow straight up into the falling monsters back. The sound was sickening, as cartilage and muscles pulled and snapped from the blow while falling.
Slowly Rhyvox rolled off of Vorion, his back sore from the point of impact. Every move hurt from a possibly damaged spine. Reaching down, Vorion grabbed hold of the hammer head and yanked the most up, and flatly planted a hard knee to the chin. Then he pulled his strength from what energy he had left and swung Rhyvox around by his head, smashing him like a living club through a whole wall of alien buildings before letting him go flying off into a pyramid building which they had slowly fought their way too this entire time.
Now, with Rhyvox with his back against the slanted wall, Vorion approached until they had several body distances from each other. Flames sparked around him, catching onto the area all around... He raised his claw, bringing the flames up and swirling... and he flung them, a absolute wall of flame straight at Rhyvox...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 29, 2012 21:28:55 GMT -5
The black flames curl towards the alien hybrid like a dark sea, but a thick geyser of carbon dioxide from hidden launchers below extinguish them with a great white plume of gas.
"ATTENTION!" roars the Announcer with a voice like thunder and lightning. "THE WINNER IS RHYVOX! I REPEAT, RHYVOX IS THE WINNER! NOW RETURN TO YOUR QUARTERS IMMEDIATELY!"
(Very, very close match. Was tempted to call a draw, but Soundwave's more technical style just delivered more thorough damage in the end.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2012 0:03:57 GMT -5
ooc: and fight over and what not. So one meal off my plate, one to go.
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Vorion snarled at the machines and wanted to continue... but before he could stomp forward and begin beating Rhyvox's face in, a beam of light shot from the sky...
and he was back in his cell. Pissed, too. However, the promise of some yummy meat calmed him down fairly quickly... Meat was used to lure him into the regeneration tank, where he ate in peace and healed, slowly...
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Post by Blerhwave on Oct 1, 2012 19:21:01 GMT -5
Rhyvox boards his ship. Immediately, repairs begin on the right hand while the special lamp shines down and activates Rhyvox's healing factor. Derp.
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