Night Slash"Just what do you think you're doing, boy?" the towering monster asks me, "Interfering with plans that don't concern you. Shouldn't you be up in some mountain, tossing Graveler around?"
"No," I reply simply, "I've had enough of mere weight-lifting. Now I want something more...and I think defeating you will be a good start."
The being known as Sharp laughs, sending out pulses of a sound like grating metal before locking my gaze once more. "So you've decided to make a hero of yourself, have you?" he surmises mockingly, "Well, allow me to teach you about the real world. There are no heroes. The only ones who matter are the ones with power. All others exist to serve them."
"Is that why you're trying to take their home?" I ask, glancing over at a crowd of terrified acorn-people, "Because you think being strong gives you more right to it than they have?"
"Because I KNOW that being strong gives me more right!" he bellows, proudly raising a bladed arm, "Might MAKES right, boy! I and my underli
Metal ClawWhen fighting a less skilled opponent, the most important thing is to maintain focus. A well-trained fighter battles mostly subconsciously at all times, and almost entirely subconsciously against weaker foes, using their conscious thoughts to process additional factors of the scenario.
My attackers are out of sync. The spacing between their attacks makes it a simple matter to counter each in turn. A chop to the base of the first one's head blade, a spinning kick to the second's core, an elbow to the face of the third behind me. All three lose consciousness immediately.
The second most important thing when battling weaker adversaries is to resist your ego. Although taunts, flourishes, and intimidating poses are tempting, they should never be employed without a good reason, no matter how unskilled the opponent. The momentum of a battle can shift in an instant, given an opportunity to.
I sweep the legs out from two more of them. I can feel that their bodies are light, but not so light tha
TormentI bite down into a round blue berry, a bag bearing more dangling from my other hand. Some prefer berries with a certain flavor, but my interest in food lies with its texture and properties. Crushing the solid blue oval is made all the more satisfying by the mix of flavors doing so releases.
I had been keeping my rations in reserve before, but through the leaves just ahead I caught glipses of more berry trees, and had let my appetite get the best of me. Restocking my supplies, however, will have to wait. As I approach the trees, a panicked creature resembling a giant acorn rolls by at an incredible speed.
While the first nearly startles me off my feet, the second I see coming. Steadying myself, I thrust out my foot, easily absorbing the creature's meager weight with my leg. I had expected it to weigh as much as the unChanged form of my training weights, but instead it made them seem like mountains.
"Please help us!" the acorn shrieks, its somehow-attached feet wiggling violently as it s
Pt. 1 - Karate ChopTwo balls of jagged stone slam to the ground, clouds of dust billowing out from beneath them as they take the opportunity to roll away. I let them; my training was done for the day. As they send themselves down the rocky slope, a chorus of loud cries echoes behind them. It annoys them to be used as weights, but they allow it so long as I carry them up the mountain.
I wish I had a name to give, but I don't. Not yet. That's why my goal is to make one for myself. My peers have always believed that true strength comes from Changing, but I see things differently. I won't pretend I can't see the allure of a larger, stronger body, but to say that taking on a new form is the only way to be strong is wrong, and no matter how difficult it is, I'm going to prove that to the world.
A loud sigh escapes me as I take a seat on a tuft of grass. I've heard that some creatures believe my kind never tires, but that's not true. We simply have far more endurance than other species and never show our exhaus
Coven"What is it?"
"Merin found it. Somehow, it got through the barrier."
"No way! No way! Nothing gets in without The Elder's permission! One time I went to the forest to pick flowers and I was stuck outside for three hours when I tried to come home!"
Voices flitted through his mind, but meant nothing to him. What was he? What was his purpose? It felt like there was just a void where his identity had been.
The bickering continued as his mind slowly reassembled itself. The sounds around him began to take on meaning, though they were still so faint and distant.
"It's a male," one voice spoke calmly, "The Elder has mentioned them before."
"Like a warlock? No way! If a warlock was coming here, The Elder would have warned us!"
"Stop saying 'no way'!"
"Enough. Are you sorcsourd? It's not a warlock. It has no magic at all."
"Why would you ever use that word, Merin!? You and The Elder are the only two who can even pronounce it!"
"There are no other terms for 'unable to sense magic', though..
Clash of the Machina"Matchup 1: Artemis Jensen versus Aloysius Vyle."
The modulated voice cued the contestants to take their places, though from the looks of the arena they were in, the event was a contest in advertised name only; the friendlier name used in hopes of drawing young blood to what, from the tension, Sen could feel was going to be competition on par with mortal combat.
From his vantage point atop his sister's shoulder, he examined the competitors with the device The Masked Inventor had given him. They had the same function as binoculars, but with them, he was easily able to observe minute details, and even capture and review moments with a press of a button. No camera where he was from was sophisticated to double as much else, especially while being so lightweight.
The first one to his platform was Vyle, a hurried-looking man with a brown suit and hat which shaded out his features, staring intensely at what resembled a clipboard in his hand. He had the air of a man who perpetually expected so