Loud Mouth? **** You (Blake/Open/Ability?)

[John]

Today was just another day living the life of a bad ass. John had ditched his Qi training exercises today, like most days. He felt he didn't need it, of course he was leaps and bounds ahead of the curve when it came to Qi and applications. I mean what was to get? He waved his hands and fire happened. This science and techno understanding bullshit didn't matter really. For things that don't catch fire he can just smash 'em with his hammer. He was bored anyways, wearing the military trainee uniform was boring too, so he stole a Cabal Military uniform and was parading around in that. He kept that smug smile on his face most of the morning, but now it didn't;t seem to effect people. For now he would just sit and seethe silently setting his left hand on fire and then putting it out, like a hoodlum with a Bic lighter, except it was his whole hand.

Name: Ability?
Requirements: 10 Def
Job: Get hit by an ability
Bonus: Get hit by an ability that does 20 worth of dmg or more.
Payout: +1 exp

[Blake Oleander]

So Blake was still pretty hurt. The stab wounds were starting to heal, and he wasn't bedridden. But my God did they hurt. If he pushed himself to far in anything, from movement speed to stretching his body just seared with pain. Not his idea of a fun time, but he'd take it without complaint. The Sword did not bemoan the beating the hammer inflicted, nor did it ask the flame to let up. It endured and allowed itself to be forged into a weapon. That is why he was here, to forge himself anew for his people.

Still, he had little respect for most of the people here. A lot of them seemed to have incredibly different worldviews. Both of where they themselves stood in it, and what was appropriate. The man with the flaming arm was a prime example, using his ability like a toy out of boredom. He'd not say anything to John Summers as he passed, but the look of contempt and disgust on his face for such a needless show was pretty loud and clear. The man was a thug.

[John]

At the looks from a passing fuckboy John would cut off the flame and and hop over to cut the guy off, staring him in the eyes. The guy seemed to know exactly what buttons to push when it comes to making a thug angry. Just so happens disrespectful looks, noises, body language. Puffing out your chest, breathing... It's actually not all that specific. Getting in Blake's face if he could he'd practically spit.

"You got a problem?"

He'd stare adjusting his weight back and forth between his feet.

[Blake Oleander]

"Just you."

He'd not clarify as the mouth breather tried to intimidate him. Injured or not, he couldn't fathom a person like this having what it took to intimidate him. He'd shift to the side to try and pass him and just keep on walking. It was lucky for the other guy that he was injured, or he might just do something about his attitude.

[John]

John would look nearly dumbfounded as to the sack on this guy. Let alone the nerve or balls to do and say such things, but just outright and to the face of someone obviously superior... It was unfathomable. Holding an arm out to prevent the guy from leaving, though remembering the kind of trouble he could get in for fighting outside the training grounds... He'd grit his teeth and growl out.

"I don't think so, fucker. Now we have bigger issues. See, I don't like your face, but we can get in a world of trouble fighting without it being sanctioned. So how about we go about this in a test of skill."

He didn't respect this guy, and he obviously didn't respect John, so he'd grab his hammer and slam it into the ground, creating a two lane bowling alley, complete with two bowling balls.

"Loser, admits the other person is the better man."

[Blake Oleander]

So a lot happened in the span of like three seconds that he had to process. The guy was talking shit, then hit the ground with a hammer and a bowling alley manifested? The fuck was that about? he just stared at it, and then the guy. Then it again. That's when he finally processed the words.

"It's not worth me ripping my stitches out to hear you admit the obvious."

[John]

John's jaw muscles worked as he ground his teeth. This guy was really pissing him off, he didn't care the guy had stitches or was injured or whatever. It was time to break a fool. John would throw a quick headbutt for Blake's smug fucking face.

"I don't care if I get in trouble now, I'm going to break you."

[Blake Oleander]

Perhaps if he wasn't hurt he would have avoided the attack. Or perhaps he would have taken it anyway because he does not fear whatever this bitch thinks he can dish out. The headbutt would make contact and the fresh trickle of blood from his nose would be a familiar thing for him. His lips twisted, he was never concerned with getting into trouble. But now he was being attacked, and injury or not he'd defend himself.

His response was to slam his foot on top of John's to pin him in place before sending a palm for his throat. Even this was enough to make his shoulder and abdomen groan in protest, but he ignored it for now. He had a foe to strike down.

[John]

Like an idiot he looked down at his foot when it was stomped into place, looking up in time however for the palm strike to hit him in the neck, causing him to step back with the foot that could, coughing harshly before instinctively bringing a free hand up to his neck. At his joints small sparks would go off before a dome of fire would surround his body, possibly engulfing Blake. John was trying to back the guy off so he could recover from the assault on his esophagus.

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Flame Dome: John creates a large dome of fire around himself acting as a shield with the Defense of his Energy stat

[Blake Oleander]

He'd back away from the flame at first, his eyes narrowing as his hand slowly reached for his blade.

"We playing it that way? Fine."

His lips curled into a snarl as his arm began to bubble before his bones let out a series of sickening cracks and pops, his muscles bulged outward, knotting as new muscle tissue was formed and the arm grew in size. He'd rip the blade out of his sheathe for John's midsection with a fluid motion. The sudden and forceful motion enough to set the wound in his shoulder bleeding again as the stitches ripped. But he couldn't care less right now.

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Qi use 1/7 attack 27

[John]

John felt better, but kept the fire going, it wasn't until the attack came in hit his fire dome that he really paid attention, the attack would rip right through, like it was barely even there. John's eye's were fixated, open wide watched the blade, swing in, bending at the waste and throwing his hips back only allowed the tip of the blade to break skin as cloth and blood were thrown to the side, the dome vanishing as he fell back, rolling up to his knee's hammer now in hand, warm liquid rolling down his front, turning cold.

"We are so playing it this way."

He'd growl as he hit his shirt with the hammer, creating a simple chest plate. Waving Blake on with his free hand.

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lame Dome: John creates a large dome of fire around himself acting as a shield with the Defense of his Energy stat
2/6

Hephaestus Hammer: +6 Atk, +3 Spd, +3 Eng
Description: John's hammer is a formed solid hunk of steel. It's three foot handle is only offset by the lump of metal on one end rounded and flattened for maximum blunt force trauma.
Ability: Four times a thread John can hit an object with this hammer turning it into a temporary item that gives +4 to a single stat. Items created this way lose their bonuses at the end of the thread.
1/4

Chest Plate: +4 Def
Atk: 13 (19)
Def: 10 (14)
Spd: 10 (13)
Per: 5
Eng: 12 (15)

[Blake Oleander]

Yeah, he didn't need the invitation. Nor did he intend to wait around while he was hitting himself with his hammer. Whatever. Another slash right for his torso before he twisted the blade and stepped in, slashing downward toward his legs with a follow-up attack! His blade glowing with killing intent.

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Qi use 2/7 attack 27

If the attack connects then the victim takes 20 damage for the next four posts

[John]

Blake was on the offensive for sure, the guy was tenacious. John would push the hammer out in a thrust for Blake's blade to clash with. Giving John the advantage edge wise, but Blake's strength was surely something. Without having the advantage with how his weapon worked versus the leverage put behind a sword swing that would go through anything else he would of been able to do. Taking a deep burning breath John would exhale a vortex of flames from his mouth going directly for Blake, aiming to engulf his upper body entirely. Whole time John was thinking about his fabulous bowling alley being rejected by this uncultured swine.

~I was trying to be nice, asshole.~

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Flame Thrower: John can fire a vortex of flames from his hands doing his Energy in damage.
3/6

[Blake Oleander]

With weapons clashing they were in close proximity. Perfect opportunity for John's fire breath. Most people would break off from the attack and avoid the flames. Not Blake though. He'd slam his human hand forward as his monster hand still held the blade to try and clamp itself over John's mouth. Would it hurt? Oh absolutely, but he didn't care, he didn't know if it was going to hurt John Summers or not, they'd probably find out together.

But as he moved his hand for John's mouth he'd also shift in closer, keeping his foot on John's as he pushed back with his blade, sliding it along the hilt of the hammer to try and bring the blade to flesh. His eyes staring down the firey man.

"Yield before I cut something off."


Qi use 3/7 attack 27

[John]

The fire would stop as the hand clasped over his mouth, his free hand reaching up to grab Blake's wrist the push back would cause him to lean back harshly, but hold himself up with the foot that was planted by Blakes, letting go completely of the hammer to avoid the blade he would let it fall, raising the foot that wasn't pinned to kick the hammer head and stomp it into Blake's likely tinder genital area... Hopefully, unless that transformed into some monstrous thing too. Hopefully no matter the form it was still sensitive to the attack. He would then slide his foot up the length of the handle to make the handle slam flat against Blake's front and hopefully smash his face with the very end of the handle since the head of the hammer would be headbutting Blakes dick.

If it worked that Blake was at least knocked back or John's mouth was let free he would yell back.

"You yield while you can still produce offspring!"