John thrusts his hands into the ground and when he pulls them out they covered in earth and rock, john then charges at the meta and goes for a punch to the face or helmet
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OOC: @Random. I could believe that. Although I would attribute the Spartan's destructive capability on pressure, not just force. Car crashes and IED explosions deliver a large force over a wide area. Spartans deliver a comparatively smaller force over a smaller area. Same pressure, different method.
The Meta was beaten aside, and a small crack had appeared in the extremely tough visor. John's charge was stopped with a heavy kick to the abdomen, striking with enough force to shatter ribs. The Meta slowly got up, holding one hand to the side of his head. Looked back down on Dromaeus, he pulled out the arrow that had previously been shot into his chest and stabbed at Drom before running off against the soldier.
The soldier nodded and took the chip, turning to put it in. Before he was able to, the Meta pounced on him, crushing the soldier against the hard metal floor. However, the chip bounced away from the corpse and out of the Meta's reach.
OoC: @Random: Doesn't suprise me one bit. At the first battle when the greeks faced the persians in open battle, the lightly armoured persians were crushed as the hoplites charged.
The soldier nodded and took the chip, turning to put it in. Before he was able to, the Meta pounced on him, crushing the soldier against the hard metal floor. However, the chip bounced away from the corpse and out of the Meta's reach.
OoC: @Random: Doesn't suprise me one bit. At the first battle when the greeks faced the persians in open battle, the lightly armoured persians were crushed as the hoplites charged.
James laughed.
"Hey, if you've got talent, don't be afraid to be proud of it. I'm certainly not going to judge you." He remarked, before falling silent to allow EMily to reassure her sister. He frowned when Gwen described death in the arena as cheap. Death was cheap. Death was pointless. He knew this better than most, had seen it happen too many times to people who didn't deserve it, and who should have been able to survive. It could happen in an instant, without warning and was apparently completely random. It was horrible and tragic for those who lived, but in the end, it was a bitter end one way or another. He didn't say this much, however. Better not to upset the sisters with his war-weary, jaded philosophies.
"Electromagnetism and gravity. So what, you can control natural forces? That sounds pretty badass." He said encouragingly.
OOC: @Slenn Yeah, I know that much. It was probably far more deadly than the car crash for that reason.
"Hey, if you've got talent, don't be afraid to be proud of it. I'm certainly not going to judge you." He remarked, before falling silent to allow EMily to reassure her sister. He frowned when Gwen described death in the arena as cheap. Death was cheap. Death was pointless. He knew this better than most, had seen it happen too many times to people who didn't deserve it, and who should have been able to survive. It could happen in an instant, without warning and was apparently completely random. It was horrible and tragic for those who lived, but in the end, it was a bitter end one way or another. He didn't say this much, however. Better not to upset the sisters with his war-weary, jaded philosophies.
"Electromagnetism and gravity. So what, you can control natural forces? That sounds pretty badass." He said encouragingly.
OOC: @Slenn Yeah, I know that much. It was probably far more deadly than the car crash for that reason.
Carmen cursed under her breath before running for the chip, flapping her wings to gain speed. Before grabbing the chip, she turned toward the Meta and casted a close-range Violence in his direction. She nervously eyes the connector and the Meta as she skids to a stop. [color=bb0066] ...Damn it all. [/color]
Dromaeus roared in pain as the arrow plunged into his chest, piercing the fur armour and grinding against his sternum. Mercifully, the head snapped before it pierced the whole way through the bone, the Meta having applied too much pressur for the slender arrow to withstand. Even so, it was a bad wound, and the steel barbs held it in his flesh. Groaning, he rolled onto his side and pushed himself up, clutching at his chest around the shaft. Brreathing shallowly, he leaned over and picked up his sword, before beginning to jog towards the Meta, trying not to exert himself too much. Drawing in a slow, laboured breath he shouted at the Meta.
"Face me! I am not dead yet! Do not do me the dishonour of turning your back while I draw breath!"
"Face me! I am not dead yet! Do not do me the dishonour of turning your back while I draw breath!"
EMily smiled and nodded.
<color=blue>"Yes that's right. In fact our two other sisters can use the nuclear forces."
<color=purple>"We've gone through a lot. And the powers mean a lot to us on many levels. It connects us to our sisters, and it's enabled us to investigate worlds and aliens we never thought were imaginable."
<color=blue>"Yes that's right. In fact our two other sisters can use the nuclear forces."
<color=purple>"We've gone through a lot. And the powers mean a lot to us on many levels. It connects us to our sisters, and it's enabled us to investigate worlds and aliens we never thought were imaginable."
"Nuclear forces? Isn't that kind of overkill? I mean, if they're scientists and explorers as well." James asked.
Dromaeus saw the corpse sail through the air and with a snarl of effort was able to throw himself out of its way.
"Whoreson." He growled, before gripping the arrow in his chest where it entered his flesh. He snapped off the shaft just behind this with a snarl of pain before sheathing his sword and taking his dagger in a backhanded grip. Gasping raggedly as he urged himself towards the Meta, he steeled himself against his pain with a shrill warcry and broke into a full charge. Getting into range he threw himself high, aiming to cling to the Meta's shoulders and set into him with the dagger, striking whereever the armour seemed softest.
"Whoreson." He growled, before gripping the arrow in his chest where it entered his flesh. He snapped off the shaft just behind this with a snarl of pain before sheathing his sword and taking his dagger in a backhanded grip. Gasping raggedly as he urged himself towards the Meta, he steeled himself against his pain with a shrill warcry and broke into a full charge. Getting into range he threw himself high, aiming to cling to the Meta's shoulders and set into him with the dagger, striking whereever the armour seemed softest.
John thrusts his hands into the ground and when he pulls them out they covered in earth and rock, john then charges at the meta and goes for a punch to the face or helmet following it up with a stomach punch
EMily spoke calmly. <color=blue>"I know it sounds like it's overpowered. But Sara takes care to not be reckless. She and her sword, Gluon, have the power to bind and split atoms. She could use that power to wipe out a whole army with an atomic explosion by tossing her sword at the ground. Yet, she doesn't. The great cost of power combined with the fact that she feels such an act would be an atrocity, limits her from doing so. Much of her power takes time to use, and so she can only attack a few times. And even then, she's also our primary defense. She can create and synthesize any mass of atoms she wishes, as long as her energy stores are fine. She could make a buckler made of solid diamond, because it's pure carbon. Even though she's the same age as us. She's like a Joan of Arc; a big sister and a defender in many ways. Always there to make sure none of us get hurt. Only when she's sure, will she unleash the might of fission and fusion."
<color=purple>"And Winona's no push over, despite her size. Her primary powers lie in the weak nuclear force. And with her hammers, she can create Z0 bursts, which create knockbacks from a distance. She can detect beta and alpha decay, which has saved us many a time from catastrophes. Her neutron beam is powerful, but like Sara, she has to be careful that none of the radiation strikes anywhere else."
<color=blue>"But she's probably the bravest one isn't she?"
<color=purple>"Without a doubt, she is."
<color=purple>"And Winona's no push over, despite her size. Her primary powers lie in the weak nuclear force. And with her hammers, she can create Z0 bursts, which create knockbacks from a distance. She can detect beta and alpha decay, which has saved us many a time from catastrophes. Her neutron beam is powerful, but like Sara, she has to be careful that none of the radiation strikes anywhere else."
<color=blue>"But she's probably the bravest one isn't she?"
<color=purple>"Without a doubt, she is."
Carmen calmly flies herself out of John's path before taking her whip using it to fling Meta's bruteshot across the length of the arena. She calmly put the chip into her pocket again before continuing to eye the Meta as her aura dissipated. A magic circle opened up under her once again.
John's punch crushed Dromaeus's spine and pressed him into the Meta's armour. He choked up a dark slick of blood and slipped down, his eyes glazing over. Even now however, he locked the claws of one hand around the collar of Meta's armour and hung limply, reflexively thrusting his dagger at Meta's lower back again and again, sheer dogged, bloody minded determination compelling him to fight to the bitter end even with his clearly fatal wounds.
James listened quietly to Gwen and EMily, absently stroking his stubbled jaw with one hand. The powers of the two absent Mason sisters sounded impressive. But it was the deeper love and respect these two clearly had for them that struck him.
"Sounds like you lot really can rely on one another. You're lucky. Having your siblings so close to you like that... it's something that you can never really understand the value of it in full. Not while you still have it anyway." He smiled, a softer, warmer expression than his cocky grin.
"I don't know if I even want to face you in the arena now. Not when I hear the story from this side."
OOC: @Slenn Wow, you really do get it across well. Nicely written.
James listened quietly to Gwen and EMily, absently stroking his stubbled jaw with one hand. The powers of the two absent Mason sisters sounded impressive. But it was the deeper love and respect these two clearly had for them that struck him.
"Sounds like you lot really can rely on one another. You're lucky. Having your siblings so close to you like that... it's something that you can never really understand the value of it in full. Not while you still have it anyway." He smiled, a softer, warmer expression than his cocky grin.
"I don't know if I even want to face you in the arena now. Not when I hear the story from this side."
OOC: @Slenn Wow, you really do get it across well. Nicely written.
OOC: @Kirke Dromaeus was still hanging from Meta's back. That would be an awkward as hell shot even without power armour.