As Devitt landed his third jump, Stanley decided to try Heroics, since he had the sword and such.
"Yes, what kind of personality do you have, what do you clash with, what do yo-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
The transistor shouted as it was grabbed, and Stanley Entered Turn()
In the blink of an eye, Stanley was behind him, thrusting his Transistor into the ground in a Crash()[footnote]A plunging of the Transistor into the ground, causing a beam of energy or data to flow into the target, leading to a feeling of Nausea and confusion, requires 1.5 seconds to recover from[/footnote], Jaunt()ing[footnote]A flash step[/footnote] behind him to perform a Breech()[footnote]Building energy into the Transistor to drive into it, delivering a massive burst of energy. Also, since it's behind him, gets a backstab bonus[/footnote], then performing a 8()[footnote]A custom one, from the Narrator's trace, 8() being a action that causes a random effect, ranging from causing a existential crisis, stripping the fluffy cushion of perception, making it's target invisible (Which will also render them blind), and five other ones I cannot think up right now[/footnote], thrusting his head into a state of confusion as it began to question it's own existence, whether he was real or not, and whether his actions were his own, or simply a reaction to what goes on around him, as he felt his mind fall apart for a few seconds, and the mind being flexible as it is, recovering in about three seconds, the forced thoughts becoming recognized as not his own, but the words of some pompous bastard, for him to digest as a separate thought, as he was thrown a foot or two.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
The Transistor was, predictable, confused by the sudden random change of scenery and the speeding up of time, and as such, was screaming.
Stanley then stood there, completely and utterly vulnerable for pretty much anything to hit for the next ten seconds.
OoC: I say, since he's apperantly a Wreseler, and those folks (To my limited knowlege) are made of iron, should be fairly fine, just mildly aching, like being thrown out of a ring.