@WalkingSin
"......What to do...where do i go i wonder, i have so much time to kill." *he mutters to himself as he gazes at the twilight, sitting on top of a mound*
Roslyn appeared out of the shadows and glanced around. With her long black cloak and the hood over her face, no features could be seen. Glancing around, she chuckled softly and waved her hand, moving the earth around near her and smiling.
@WalkingSin [Gonna go with a character of mine that'd be disadvantaged here.] Walking for a great distance across the plain was a man in strange attire, or perhaps it was the man's body that was strange. Golden scales covered his arms and torso, and green was the color of his crabshell-like bracers, and his tights. He was on a journey to find someone, and understood that that person would be his opponent in practicing combat. After a great enough distance was crossed, he believed he caught sight of the one who he was to face, and came within 15 feet of him, before stopping with shoulders square, and polearm held to his chest. "Are you the one I am to face?"
@WalkingSin The wave crossing the expanse of desert floor would feel incredibly refreshing to Trent, him no longer having to worry about getting baked out in the sun without anything to cool off. As the wave would flatten, the water coming out of the hole would seem to still be pooling out, sinking into the ground, and turning it to a sloppy slush, perfect for him. Aside from that, it would seem to come up to near the knees at the rate it was flowing out of the groundwater reservoir. Crazy, he thought, standing still in the left over mist, which would make it fairly difficult for his opponent to see him if he were still conscious, but Trent doubted that that was the case. Anyhow, he had to let the water's vibrations give him the location of his opponent to prevent drowning, or to prevent internal damage from killing him if that wave hit too hard. And so he would stand, and begin to listen to his senses, holding both hands out to strengthen the mist in the area. Any sense of where his opponent was would prime Trent for swift action. - Mist [2, Double Prep] - Water Rod [4]
@-Tanmin- "You didnt even notice." *as the sword stopped extending and Slayer began flying into the air, the whole time he still held on to his which was stabbed into a giant rock nearby . Slayer then thrusted pushing the blade into sheath allowing him to evade the wall and tidal wave smash creating some distance between. As slayer is pulled in by the sword he crashes into the rock formation. Afterwards all you see is rubble*
@WalkingSin The strike would slam with tremendous force into Slayer's side, and driving his fist further along with an upward twist, the walls that would slam into Slayer's chest and legs would seem to tilt to lift him upwards into the air. It was probably quite apparent that Trent had a great deal of strength within him. Taking another step forward, he would then follow up with quite the powerful action. Forcing his left hand out, the staff that was stuck into the ground seem to be flickering at an insanely fast past before it would suddenly burst out of the ground and into Trent's direction. Right at it's tail, a monstrous wave of 12 foot high water would shoot high into the air and crash down onto Trent and his opponent with enough force to knock the consciousness out of his opponent, and give Trent a new environment to swim in. Trent however applied just a small amount of stopping force with Hydromancy, through his right hand to the section of wall that would directly slam into his opponent, softening the blow a little bit. He was worried that he would accidentally kill his opponent in the spar. - Mist [2] -Water Rod : Wave Slam - Hydromancy [4 - Quickdraw -> 3+] (After 4 preps, this attack is capable of being lethal, and 3+ would be the closest possible to a lethal strike without being lethal. And so, unconsciousness is the result. Unless a mid-air evasion is possible.)
*His eyes begin to glow a dark purple as a sinister malevolent purple auara forms around him as he staring at the twilight* "Someone strong come fight me...im bored.
I wanna start a group of half-human half demon characters who want to rp so if your interested in joining just pm me about and we'll go from there
@WalkingSin Gabriel slowly walks up to the mound with his hands tucked behind his back "I see that you you are an old friend of my brothers" He says without hesitation
@WalkingSin Gabriel gives you a slight nod before walking off. He then stops "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask"
*As he returns from his little adventure, he returns to the same mound that he always sits on and gazes at the twilight once more*
[Will be back later]
*as i sit gazing at the scenery ..i contact people through my telepathy ..being gone half a year , im a little anxious to see how everyone is doing*
as i sit on a small mound in the desert , i hear the tear and feel the mans presence about half a mile behind me..even with all that i still stare up at the sky ..gazing at the stars
@Tanmin *the mouth stops eating the energy..you can see half the sword looking frosty and the hilt covered in ice* Wait..the mouth from appears opening up like a rip in universe, i stick the sword back in the mouth, it shuts , my mood goes from playful to a little more calmer mood* "I smell Red, where is she?"
@Tanmin *I grin* you fool"...a mouth appears on the sheath as the other one disappears and as the blizzard comes closer the mouth, like vaccum, begins sucking up the blizzard -Primal appetite [1]
@WalkingSin The ice blizzard would proceed to catch up and rush through the opponent's body, the bilzzard's aura instantly going to rush through their body. Even against hardened opponents, the aura wasn't simple snow, but rather endothermic in it's reactions to the matter it touches, quite litterally sucking the heat out of whatever it passed through, as well as pushing against it. The blizzard would last for a good bit longer, and it's spinning and speed would give the aura enough strength to knock a normal man off his feet should he not brace against it. As the blizzard would move, it would become noticeable also that the sand would freeze together, and become slippery, or at least whatever sand wasn't lifted up to join in on the pelting. Tanmin would have the blizzard move over the swordsman, and continue charging the sphere in his right hand, eager to let off what would ensure his victory. - Blizzard [3] - Cryosphere [2]
